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// June 17th - 18 pills left 
// Story: Angry Bird 
// by Thadius0 
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Well if I had to sum up today, it would be pain.

Oh hush, it wasn't that bad, pulling out your own stitches.

It still feels like I did it wrong.  What I wouldn't give for a medical professional.

One that works on griffons?

Grr...fine.

And if you want to talk about pain...

Yeah, I know.  Asphalt roads were not made for landing on.  We tried flapping today.  With mixed results.

If by mixed you mean none at all.  I swear I left half my fur back there.

I at least managed to land on grass more often than not.  But it still hurt to land like I did.

I felt...something.  For a moment.  It almost felt like I was actually gaining some lift.

Yeah, I know.  I felt something like that as well.  Almost like I could almost stop my falling if I just flapped harder.

Ah well.  At least we accomplished everything else we set out to do, right?

More food, refilled our water, scouted out a few locations for us to raid later.  And we even found a parking garage we can look at in the near future.  Now all we need is to get lucky and we'll have everything we could ever want.

Rechargeable transportation.  That's something I could get behind.

We might need more cords...there's no way we're fitting a Tesla anywhere near here if we need to charge it up.

We'll worry about that when the time comes.  Get some rest.  Tomorrow's another day.

Yeah, I know.