//------------------------------// // June // Story: The Life of A God // by Eventide Indigo //------------------------------// June 2nd I don't think I can take it anymore. After the whole 'feeding' incident I have been slowly growing stronger. Keeping up your health here is hard, seeing as the mental hospital food mainly consists of lumpy mashed potatoes, some small cube-shaped vegetables slices and stale water. Every... single... day... On the bright side, Chrysi is doing much better. She isn't as scrawny. Sombra and I talked yesterday -- mostly about kingdoms and royalty and crystal ponies. He still insists I call him 'King Sombra'. I do my best. This place is so dark and the air is musty. You get used to the scent after a while. At least that is what Chrysi says. Sadly, this hasn't happened to me yet. I'd do anything to get me and my friends out of this Faust-forsaken place. It is a complete Tartarus-hole here. The guards remain ever-vigilant, so I see little chance of that. Hold on, diary. The voice is saying something. ... it has an idea. -Discord