Lunar Day: 67th Nesting
Wait I just heard a noise BRB k…
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Ergh. That was a bunch of super poor explode-y, suicide-y guys who just attacked the palace. They killed everybody I guess or whatever. Like I need more to deal with today. Like I was at breakfast y’know and the Tasting Man who eats my food so I don’t die or something puffed up right in front of me and split dead in half cuz I guess my breakfast had the eggs of peppernipple worms hidden in it. They reproduced so fast that they were coming out of all eight of his eyes and even out of his knee-ears lol. There were too many and his carapace cracked open and it was gross and I wasn’t going to eat those peppernipple worms after they were inside of an employee. Don’t feel sorry either cuz like that’s exactly what we pay Taster Man for. Nobody would try to kill me anyway because everybody likes me. I bet he was just allergic which is stupid if you’re going to be a Taster Man in the freaking palace of all places.
But yeah it’s the thing of like, everybody’s dead ‘n junk. I mean I guess the rebels aren’t dead but my family definitely is, so I’m in this panic room and my iNtannae aren’t getting 4G reception. Great.
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UGH. BORED. iNtannae almost ran out of power but I folded them into my electroglobule gynomasticator and I put one of my tails inside an electrical socket lol so it powered up fine. Came out wet though. Smells good. BORED.
I can take pictures outside the panic room window with Hipstamatic. Mostly just bodies of people who worked for my family who were probably spies because they were JEALOUS BITCHES who’re freaking envious of how bad ass awesome the royal family is.
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Keep forgetting to update this. Been a few days. Kind of tired from hunger. Made some friends though. Had to go outside and grab a couple of the bodies. Nice thing about the Worker species is that their spines get really hard after death so you can snap their heads off their bodies real easy and then you have a puppet for a playmate. Grabbed a couple of them out there. Painted names on them.
Jeremy is the cute one but don’t tell him I said that. These new friends know a lot of my secrets now so I bet they don’t live a long time cuz my family will kill them like most of my friends. Except my family is gone. I gotta remember that. I miss them but not really lol that would be super gay. I’m gonna flirt with Jeremy even though he’s kind of stupid. BRB k lol
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Hungry. I’m gonna eat my dumb friends lol not u Jeremy we’re gonna do something else xoxoxo
Residency beneath a freeway overpass is far more hospitable than the police officer had led me to believe. It is a burden to be without electric light, but the natural assistance of father Helios shall have to make do. I confess that to continue my work I did tempt a nocturnal venture out to the pale orange light of street lamps. Upon doing so I seem to have “trespassed” on the land of some urban savages who would do less than suffer my incursion. Luckily they were susceptible to my scream sobbing technique, the following confusion allowing for my speedy retreat back to the overpass. I have had less calories than necessary for a responsible analysis of the above text, which I was fairly able to translate on my escape from the labyrinthine vent system of the Women’s Shelter. The best I can surmise is that this alien world fabricated a fictional account of the Bolshevik revolution from the perspective of an insectoid Anastasia. Beyond this I shan’t speculate further. My blood sugar is dropping, and the local vermin are difficult to catch after sun-up, therefore I will see you in the future… if there is a future.
Dr. Mildred Kines, Ph.D.