Day 983 of my captivity.

[Kevin Cinnamon]

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...

[Rickypro]

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

I swear this is what our cat is thinking when she looks at our dog!

[Terry McNeil]

Day 983 of my captivity.


My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.


In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

...

roflmfao...
yes, of course.
In our Stalag, we like to feature Lasers, to induce hallucinations and encourage erratic behavior patterns.