11-04-2018, 09:08 PM
[align=center]SHE LOST HER VOICE DOWN BY THE RIVER, SCREAMING FOR COURAGE
The four-eyed wildcat hoped to pop in and pop out as quickly as possible -- these kind of events usually attracted far too much attention, and she hated crowds. But she needed to get used to living here and interacting with everyone; by the end of her stay in the Typhoon, she felt a stranger to everyone, and she certainly wanted to prevent that from happening again. So she squared her shoulders and paid attention to the pharaoh to wait for her task.I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?