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Jan. 29th, 2011 03:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anzilaTime: January 29th of the year Two Thousand and Eleven
Location: The frozen north of Planet Earth's Western Continent, as reckoned by most of the inhabitants of said continent.
Status: Dire
Today is day 9 of my 12 day work week. I find myself with low provisions, no medicine, and desperate few hours of sleep. I can feel the madness setting in on me. Yesterday I found myself commiserating with the spirit of a Children's Trading Card. Today I attempted to walk the Dinosaur in front of the Science Museum, and when confronted by the police began to berate them for not doing more to stop the senseless transformation of innocent programs into Nulls by careless Users. Even now my mind wanders to thoughts of Zombie Survival plans.
Should future generations find this account of my trials, do not remember me as a tyrant, but as one who dared to dream of a world where weekends were still held sacrosanct.
I must go now, for the Raja spirit who likes to help me play card games has returned and I must banish him once more. Also, I should look like I am working.
A. Zila
Location: The frozen north of Planet Earth's Western Continent, as reckoned by most of the inhabitants of said continent.
Status: Dire
Today is day 9 of my 12 day work week. I find myself with low provisions, no medicine, and desperate few hours of sleep. I can feel the madness setting in on me. Yesterday I found myself commiserating with the spirit of a Children's Trading Card. Today I attempted to walk the Dinosaur in front of the Science Museum, and when confronted by the police began to berate them for not doing more to stop the senseless transformation of innocent programs into Nulls by careless Users. Even now my mind wanders to thoughts of Zombie Survival plans.
Should future generations find this account of my trials, do not remember me as a tyrant, but as one who dared to dream of a world where weekends were still held sacrosanct.
I must go now, for the Raja spirit who likes to help me play card games has returned and I must banish him once more. Also, I should look like I am working.
A. Zila
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Date: 2011-01-29 08:37 pm (UTC)Our thoughts and prayers go out to A. Zila and the braze men and women who must trek outwards into the frozen North. We were going to send provisions but it appears that the postal services have even denied our request.
Instead we request permission to send internet hugs and a virtual cake in hopes that this might cheer the spirits of those brave souls.
E. R. Bear
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Date: 2011-01-30 12:12 am (UTC)We received your letter when our party stopped to rest at a local cultural focal point oriented around the consumption of baked confections and coco bean extracts known as Du-Kin Do-Nuts. The men were heartened to receive word of our southern comrade's support. The postal service has yet to accept our dog sled delivery proposals, for they are too mired in their ways.
E-hugs, however, are always acceptable.
A. Zila