[Written]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Dear Diary Hey, funky castle-people. Whaddup? I have to say, I'm surprised I've managed not to wind up in some kind of trouble recently, so I'm sort of waiting for the other shoe to fall on me, crushing me like some kind of Kenzi-bug.

Things need to be done. Trouble needs to be gotten into. Or, you know, we could just pretend to get in trouble and wind up drunk and passed out on the lawn. Good times, people. Why aren't there more people passed out on the lawn? Come on, man. There are horses and jousting and damsels and I'm willing to bet there's a dragon somewhere.

If I'm going to be stuck in a castle that sucks your brain, I want to get my brain-suckings worth. Plans? Suggestions? Bueller?

Comments

[siebter]

Oh...I can stop talking now, if you want.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Did someone lock you in a box as a child or something?

[siebter]

No, just in a laboratory.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

You're shitting me, right?

[siebter]

No...

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Well... crap, dude. That's not cool.

[siebter]

But-- it's okay! If it didn't happen I'd never have made any of the friends I have now.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Yeah... no. Sorry. A few buds now doesn't make up for being a human lab rat. Wait... you are human, aren't you?

[siebter]

Um...kind of.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

How exactly is one kind of a human?

[siebter]

I used to be a human.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

... What the hell are you now?

[siebter]

A weapon.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

...

Did they turn you into a gun. Am I talking to a gun?

[siebter]

No, I'm not a gun. I still look like a person...but I'm not one.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Are you a zombie?

[siebter]

No, I'm alive.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

... You're not making any sense.

[siebter]

I'm sorry...

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Duuuuuude. Stop making me feel bad for you.

[siebter]

Oh. Um, okay, I'll try.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

[Scowls at the book]

Fail.

[siebter]

What should I do?

[sawyourwolfjunk]

I don't know. Stop being some kind of kicked puppy?

[siebter]

I'm not a kicked puppy!