Monkeyville is thriving upon the window ledge of the universe that is my bedroom.
There is much copulation and fornication.

When presented with the news that they had a mere 408 days left to perfect their killing methods, they appeared to hump with a new found enthusiasm.

I DO wish they'd fornicate more conservatively.
My godly eyes.

Have a glimpse into the menacing face that is your doom.

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On the sixth day, she rested.
I would have rested on the seventh, but 6 is an even number.
We all know how I feel about odd numbers.

Today was the first day of feeding for Monkey Ville.
They reveled in the sweet green powder.
Today was a long day as God.
I fear I cannot update much further on the subject.

This morning as I peered in upon Monkey Ville, I was greeted with quite the surprise ( Read more... )

As today was day 2 of the Issacs' lives, I knew (as their all knowing supreme overlord) that their water would need oxygen. Growing monkey warriors double their size in the first 24 hours of life, you see, and without copious amounts of oxygen, this growth is stifled ( Read more... )

Never giving up hope, I searched the tank tirelessly for survivors. Then, out of the corner of my eye I noticed erratic movement in the lower quarter of the tank. A survivor! No, two survivors! A dozen survivors? Yes! Around one dozen survivor Monkeys have surfaced from the depths of the tank, flagella flapping ( Read more... )

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