Extracts from the personal journals and recordings of Phillius Joyce; being in the way of a rude account of my ventures to the heartland and my exploits therein.
17 at the outpost.
Strange to be reporting from an outpost in the interior.
In any case such is where I find myself after withdrawing from the remains of the Raptors and my night vigil.
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just one more chapter to go.
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"10101100111101010101010"
"01101101101010101011000"
perhaps not so exciting - ha ha ha!! :)))
and thanks Yu, as always, for reading :))
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it better still be here tomorrow, wytchie!
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re-charge my flat battery
and swelleth my head
like that Morbo guy on Futurama who is kinda cool
with the big head an' all.
:))
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:))
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well now... i see you have a black belt in silver tongue!
i guess it would just be plain impolite not to -
*this impersonation is brutally cut off as head swells unexpectedly to epic proportions*
i - i - gah! - my... ego - is loose!!!! aaaaieee!
*giant ego head detaches, goes on wild shopping spree, stomps tokyo, ascends to nirvana and departs this dimension entirely*
well, pardon my sudden reliance on sign language and
THANK YOU!!!:)))
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