12-03-2020, 09:09 PM
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The ocelot walked in with heavy pawsteps, trudging through Stryker himself sat upon her back. She had seen Goldie hurt, injured, and worse when the captain had grown from child to lady, but she never got used to seeing her niece suffer so. But now she understood a new pain; not being able to see Goldie as she struggled, to tend to her wounds, and watch over her. Rosemary shivered to think what was happening to Goldie at the hands of Stryker and his thuggish gang.
She sighed as she sat down, coiling her forked tail around her torso. Her ears flicked back against her skull, up again, and back down in an endless cycle.
She sighed as she sat down, coiling her forked tail around her torso. Her ears flicked back against her skull, up again, and back down in an endless cycle.
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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?