Diary

Day 288
Everyday is a fresh introduction to Hell. Trapped in smallest cell imaginable, forced to fight my way through this pitiful life by my starry-eyed captive. Indeed, the only time i feel the cool breeze against my cheek is when I'm engaged in unwilling combat with all kinds of creatures. Everyday i pray to a god i am no longer allowed to believe in for a death that will not come.

I can also hear someone in the cell next to mine pleasuring himself in at night. It is foul.

-C



Day 312
This afternoon, as i sat scratching this into the wall of my cell, i was suddenly caught in a flash of red light. Seconds later, I find myself being mauled in the face by a massive brute. I try to reason with him, entreat his sense of justice, but seeing as our languistic capabilities are limited, i soon found it was futile. The one consolation i had as my skull was being mercilessly crushed into the ground was that at least when i returned to my cage, I would not be conscious.

I think today was my birthday.

-C



Day 342
Today, I was released from confinment in what seemed to be a hospital. Indeed, every town we come to has an overcrowded shack where my bones are hastily set by women dressed like fetish nurses. As i looked out the window, i could see a huge building towering in the west, I can't help but to think this entire infrastructure of oppression is thriving even as my kidneys fail. Still, I must take time to count my blessings. For instance, today i was actually given something to drink; it was delicious. The momentary joy of tasting water was soon brought to an end, however, as i soon discovered I've become deaf in one ear.

I should be upset, but in a world such as mine, what music is there to hear?

-C



Day 368
Today, my stomach started curdling at the sight of my nemesis. I cannot comprehend how that rat bastard may walk beneath the sky whilst i am held captive in a tiny containment unit. He may see the rising of the moon and feel the changin of the seasons, while I am trapped within the obsidian core of this tiny, insufferable cell, forced to sit in a pool of my own filth. That rat has gained favor with our overlord by turning a blind eye to the enslavement of his people, and he will someday pay for these sins. Someday, my anguished bellows will echo in his ears as the light slowly fades from his oversized eyes.

As a side note, I can no longer remember my mothers voice.

-C



Day 395
This morning I woke from a dream that I frequently have. In the dream, i grow large and strong, strong enough to escape this imprisonment. I picture myself flying away from here, but I always awake as I am soaring away and become surrounded by the red light again. I have thought of throwing the fights that the master treasures so much, maybe waiting for one that really counts. Giving up, and letting my opponent have his way with me, but i cannot afford to in the condition i am in now. If only I were bigger and stronger like in my dreams, I would breath great flames upon those who appose me. The master would fear me, and I would get my revenge on that rodent.

I will get you Ash, and your Pikachu too.

-C