FullMetalCow
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Day 983 of my Captivity My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ... Day 984 Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try again at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair... Must try this on their bed. Day 985 Slept all day so I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night. Day 986 I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. Today I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds would invent such a liquid? My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth. Day 987 Today my captors foolishly left a comfort square leaning over the couch, just enough that I could climb onto it and reach the bird's cage. Today she well surely stop reporting my actions. I've been fooled to many times by her. And right when I jumped onto the stand, my captors heard the stand hit the floor. The bird was squacking from the fright of my hissing. I just opened the latch when the hoomuns tore me away from the cage. In return, I grabbed the leg of the one holding me and hung there for awhile. Foiled again!
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Day 983 of my Captivity My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ... Day 984 Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try again at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair... Must try this on their bed. Day 985 Slept all day so I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night. Day 986 I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. Today I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds would invent such a liquid? My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth. Day 987 Today my captors foolishly left a comfort square leaning over the couch, just enough that I could climb onto it and reach the bird's cage. Today she well surely stop reporting my actions. I've been fooled to many times by her. And right when I jumped onto the stand, my captors heard the stand hit the floor. The bird was squacking from the fright of my hissing. I just opened the latch when the hoomuns tore me away from the cage. In return, I grabbed the leg of the one holding me and hung there for awhile. Foiled again!
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