Zenith : In Character Network → Computer Communica

it's not you who's been baking cookies and cake and leaving them in the kitchen without a peep, right?

cause if it is: dude, thank you. pam is thankful too.

i mean i guess i could try giving a fuck about being called a parasite but you probably took my fucks about the same time you took every fucking thing i possess including my freedom so i'm fresh out. maybe try looking in my backpack, i dunno.

to the person who made cake and left it in the kitchen: thank you.

I have a picture of Fletcher! I have a picture from my wedding! Did I tell anyone about Fletcher or about my wedding that maybe wanted to see my doughy love of my life? Or my princess gown? It was such a beautiful wedding. I miss my snuggle-lump.

Also, yay dress! So, wait, was it really only nine people who got prizes? No one else got pretty clothes or anything?

I guess it's the thought that counts, right? I was given tattoo ink but no iron. Not gonna get much tattooing done that way.

Not that I'm not grateful but--
Not sure I'm comfortable being singled out publicly

Sorry you didn't ge

They shouldn't have

Don't remember if I asked before. Do you smoke?

I may have barely passed intro to psych in college because I was too busy imagining all the nasty things I wanted to do to the cute blonde three rows in front of me but I know a fucking Skinner box when I see one so here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna borrow a page from some weird-ass Japanese cartoon I saw once on the internet and I'm gonna grow a dick. But not just any dick. I'm gonna grow myself a big, fat, majestic river monster of a cock and I'm gonna use it to fUCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU ASSHOLES THE SECOND I FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING CLOWN HOUSE YOU CALL AN EXPERIMENT

what the fuck is any of that supposed to mean? are you convinced i'm a piece of shit now because i was a piece of shit less than a week ago? are you reading my fucking mind? i haven't done fuck wrong yet. are you really expecting me to believe that if we all play nice together, we're going to come out of this unscathed? how am i supposed to know that you won't flip all this shit around on us once we do? it already looks like you're trying to turn us against each other with this bullshit why else would you name them you FUCKING FUCKERS FUCK YOU I KNOW YOU CAN SEE THIS you fuckers are keylogging this shit anyway aren't you you fucking need to see everything FUCK

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What did they mean by terminated?

really? Helping chase home didn't at least warrant a new pair of socks??

well, this parasite (let's face it I am no pillar of anything) is bored. Anyone up for a game of strip poker? Or strip pool? Or some fully clothed activity that doesn't require much strength of character?

Alright, assholes. I'm gonna go back to bed and when I wake up? Ima dye my hair with koolaid.

If that's not making the best of a bad situation then I don't know what the fuck is. \m/

No one here is more deserving than another. While I appreciate this gift, truly, everyone here has been making the best out of a bad an unwarranted situation. Just because a person doesn't want to run through town or shit, pull they ass out of bed? doesn't make them any less worthy or special than the rest of us. We all deserve a piece of home while we're here.

But I do think They got it right, partially. It doesn't matter what you were doing Then. We're here, Now, and it shouldn't matter how we used to spend our time.

Wait... That's it? No challenges, no tasks, no nightmare robots or annoying humming? Today is a free day? That's not a complaint, I'm just confused. I start thinking I've got this place a little more figured out, and then there's something new to throw me off...

Seriously, I have a lot of really fucked up ideas about what this place is. I really wish my brain would shut up about it.

So I guess I still have to wait to find out what you're bribing me with drugs for?

By the way, how kind of you to call me a parasite. Really, that's nice. It really makes a morning to wake up and be called names. I didn't get enough of that growing up.

Day 6.