It’s been difficult to update this little blog here. I’ve been roughing it in the wild with Andrew. I have a lot to tell you guys, and it’s a totally bubbly story. Though it certainly wasn’t a very pretty making experience. I was asleep in my little high tech camp, when suddenly, I was surrounded by fire. Fire and uglies, but not just uglies; they were barbarians, savages.
They were screaming at me and threatening me, and soon, I was running for my life. Well, I suppose there’s nothing really new there. But I suppose I should cut my story short here. I ran, but then I fell, and they saw me. They began freaking out and declaring that I was a God or a Goddess. They took me to their village, where I met Andrew Simpson Smith, who was there holy man.
You won’t believe what the pretties are doing here. They are pitting two pre-rusty-like clans against each other, and then observing them. It’s like some experiment. They’re doing it to make the operation better. The more they learn about hate and rage, the more they can counter act it.
But yet, Andrew is a good guy. I was trapped with in the experiment, and Andrew was there to help me. I promised that I would come back for him and his village, that I would help them and all that. Another friend to weigh in on my conscious. Another someone that I have to be there for.
Friends require a great deal of sacrifice don’t they…?
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