Saturday, June 25, 2011

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Ring shop: hour 6.2

This equals approx 8 kimbers

Ring shop: hour 6.2

What 6 hours and a journey through lovecraftian madness looks like.

Ring shop: hour 6

Maternal VIP loot

Ring shop: hour 6

Bridal VIP final loot

Ring shop: hour 5.1

http://m.youtube.com/index?desktop_uri=%2F&gl=US#/watch?v=Bs4zCx5T1XU

Ring shop: hour 5

Apples eat unicorn funny pi formula yes/no? Tuplets.

Ring shop: hour 4.2

The VIPs continue their caliguan feast. When I went to drink water at the pond, I was horrified by the visage staring back at me. My strength, my dangerous eyes, my "bad boy who hurts inside and just needs the right woman to rehabilitate me" hair, all are gone. I am a tired wasted shell.

Ring shop: hour 4

The maternal VIP has found something.

Ring shop: hour 3.9

We have entered the land of never never. The VIPs flutter from one nugget to the next. Each bite is the most wonderful thing in the world, until they see the next item. Then suddenly it is ashes in their mouths.

Also, my mom is entertaining the idea of buying a new ring for herself as well. My father will be disappointed in me

Ring shop: hour 3.75

They have found new meat. This journey will never be over. Our last porter, chuck, has abandoned us, abandoned me. I do not blame him.

Ring shop: hour 3.5

Too tired for fancy journal entries. Energy low. Dying. I've picked my collar. Matte band with shiny edges. I don't know why the gold isn't yellow.

Ring shop: hour 3.00001

Never mind, I'm good. Mango shakes are delicious.

Ring shop: hour 3

Dear journal. I fear I have reached Te end of my strength though not the end of the journey. Despite finding the previous carcass pleasing to eat, the VIPs have insisted we leave to try our luck at other hunting grounds as well. My spirit is crushed, my will is exhausted. I understand now, I am in purgatory. I most assuredly died with the others during the vulture attack earlier and simply did not realize i now wander the wastelands, doomed to expunge my sins through the currency of blood and suffering.