You've probably already seen this; but just in case you haven't: Excerpts from a Dog's Diary > 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! > > 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! > > 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! > > 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! > > 12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing! > > 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! > > 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! > > 5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing! > > 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! > > 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! > > 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary > 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 > what I am capable of. 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 has got to 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... -- Jonathan "Dataweaver" Lang _______________________________________________ GurpsNet-L mailing list <[email protected]> http://mail.sjgames.com/mailman/listinfo/gurpsnet-l
