[GOOD AFTERNOON MAYFIELD. Behold one of your friendly neighbourhood paper-boys on his mission to keep you up to date with current events... A-a couple of hours later than usual.

You'd think having a flying skateboard in your possession would make the job a lot quicker, but naturally Kid is being meticulous over placement of the newspapers, despite ( Read more... )

Why? Why are they all different lengths?

[Yeah. Wtf were you thinking you sick person. So there's a power cut. The simple temporary solution is to find candles. Kid's having problems with that though. Obviously.]

... And this one. This one's red. Why are there eight white ones and one red?? It dares to defile the number eight and be the odd colour. ( Read more... )

[It's another lovely morning in Mayfield. The birds are singing, the everlasting hippie campfires are still burning, people are still finding potatoes in the bathtub... Everything is as it should be. Except the Box Fort.

Ordinarily Kid would be making his way to school by now, but he's having a little trouble walking passed it, hence why he's still ( Read more... )

Nothing I said or did seemed to register, nor did they recognise me, so it would seem they have both become drones.

Perhaps one can believe that, in some way, those who become like this really return home and are not in fact forced to live this empty, shell-like existence. Either way, I will keep an eye on them and can only hope they will be safe in ( Read more... )

I simply cannot live like this!

I feel so very queasy right now...

...Perhaps I should consider finding alternative accommodation....

[Kid is in his front garden, studying a ladybug in the hedge. It has EIGHT spots...]

So perfectly symmetrical!

...

...I believe insects can provide more than ample nutrition... Plenty of protein...

If only they didn't revel in crawling around in the dirt quite so much...

NO. I cannot... WILL NOT bring myself to stoop so low!

I could never eat such a ( Read more... )

[Have an unhappy Kid moping amongst ruined fencing for what is most likely the millionth time in the past few days, muttering to himself...]

.....

Perhaps I should consider asking permission to take down 1448's fencing... NO!

I will not give in to this mental torture! I will stand strong in the face of adversity! I will...

--Not look at this any more ( Read more... )

So this is what it is like to feel truly cold?

I can't say it's entirely pleasant.

[Kid is standing outside his "home" with a sketchpad and a tape measure, looking accomplished/rabid.]

It seems after much trial and tribulation the front yard meets my exacting standards!

[He starts zipping around as he points everything out... To himself obviously~]

Note the evenness of the hedge, how the trees have the same number of branches on ( Read more... )