Seventh of June, Monday. That day we all dread. More specifically that day of the week none of us liked. It doesn't matter now, I guess. I should leave my worries behind. But I kind of wish my brother, my mother, my favorite cousin, and next door neighbor were here.
Sixth and presumably final day here in this strange, illustration like land. That weird queen, princess, or whatever is not one who seems to be dishonest to her word. She sent us back to the apple farm with a very special procession. The info is back again, and this time I took it with far more dignity than I did the first. In fact we all did.
Saturday the Seventeenth of June. Naturally we should all feel depressed. The situation never becomes less undesirable, but you can't consistently be sad anymore than you can be eternally blissful. The sentient mind doesn't work that way. I feel much better than ever physically. I should be more spry. I'm not. Maybe I should remove that there bracelet. Maybe I might ride me bicycle. There have been less effective ways to get up than literally getting up. I feel less and less inclined
I woke up feeling very well rested the following morning. Early enough to see the break of dawn. I cannot recall the last time I watched the sunrise, though I had to be more careful now, since my eyes are more sensitive than they've ever been. Seeing that sun rise above the illustration like mountains with identical patterns, yet rich texture was like something from a dream. Or a painting.
N/A. No. Nothing exciting has happened on the twentieth, save the weird dream I had the evening before. Much like Anthony's, an elegant lady in a very regal looking cerulean dress, silver shoes, silver crown with sapphires, and mannerisms that command respect was at its core. No doubt we were looking at a diplomatic mare/woman with loads of experience in leadership, on top of being the most powerful witch this world has ever known. Like before, She was contacting someone from another
August second. I have had the time of my life, however special that may be. There's not much to live for. Except our in-residents, later neighbors have vanished. I'd like to say it's a good riddance, had it not been for the fact that my drinking buddy and co film appreciator had gone with them. Damn. This is *not* what I had bargained for at all. Sweet's scarlet mess is a minor annoyance compared to having the literal basement dwellers at our door, and demanding the location of the
I don't know what I should do. I've been stuck here in this vacant, mostly deserted world for twelve days now, almost two entire weeks, and not another soul have we seen for days, in spite of our efforts. Actually, I have noticed something. There are twelve of us, and twelve days have passed since everybody vanished, and we few have reappeared. Me, Anthony, Angela, Will, Vinnie, Sam, Pickering, the Hadleys, Sweet Stuff, Val De Lump, and Joanna. Yes, the dog has a name. Shall I tell about
Where is Everybody? Once again that question comes to plague my mind. With good reason. I miss Eloise. Yet I have effectively distracted myself well enough by keeping myself occupied with my insect friend and by eating and by burning. But the inevitable will inevitably drive us crazy. I don't know about the others, but I still want more than ever to know where the hell the rest of all sentient life on earth has gone.
Final Fantasy X was my childhood as I would repeatedly play the game no matter. Heck I even tried a No Sphere Grid challenge just for fun! I'm still relatively surprised that to this day, only this guy managed to legitimately defeat Dark Anima in a NSG challenge... That's something alright and it's the most luck-reliant battle ever 
For the past month, Vinnie and I have been having the time of our lives. It's now late July, and I've been digging and barreling myself to this wonderful hot blooded reptile woman. She's been very receptive to me, and we've been so happy across the street in this little house from Alex and co. My good friend Val De Lump has been behaving and scooting over to this humble abode for his intake of emotions, and ours have been very powerful. I have been using my mouth to write in this here
June sixth. I just realized, I lost track of the days. I followed my entries again to catch up. It is now Sunday again, and this is one day I would allow myself to relax.
I shall do it. Raise this car. Raise this straw. Lift this bracelet.
I have been putting it to practice, and I think I have got it. Focus on it, think about it, Lift it. It's how it always works. Watch the object closely. Lift the object in question. Let it hover in midair. Wake up.
Up I get. My specs rest firmly on my chest, not that I ever needed them, they just look cool. No dog lady on my torso groping me, that's good. A scream. I knew it was too good to be true.
August third, fourth and fifth, a cool string of days in what I still call the town of angles. For no purpose do I continue to write these, if for no purpose other than my own sanity. My own state of mind has been partially eased. Fu-- I shall not use that word.
The twenty seventh has been a productive day. I'm not sure which thing was the greatest. I set my alarm clock for six AM. I want to make sure everybody is up and at 'em by dawn. So far, everyone has been very compliant. Only the other guy who was in the crosswalk (Will) showed any discontent with getting up early, but he did not object. I'm starting to get curious about this, (as if to imply I wasn't already) at the cause of this. But first things first, assume the worst and prepare for
This morning of June tenth, Thursday was the most unpleasant yet, where Sweet and I are concerned. Something strange had happened. Two things actually. She woke up well before I did, and apparently heard nature's call. I'd have a bad surprise when I came outside to the pit.
I came down for the beetle's participation in this farce. We were going to have him act like he was having a spasm. It was the eleventh of June, and our joke, a prank to fake his death was a brilliant one. Considering what we would later know, it might not have been a good idea.
Twenty six of May. The power is still on. The water is still running. The phone lines and Internet still work. But I know that unless the entire crew of electricians and linemen and everyone else who runs them are still here, they won't last forever. I am still at home, and I found no trace of my family or nearest neighbors. I hope they will turn up while I'm still here. The first full day since everybody disappeared entirely without explanation.
May thirty first, Monday. Now it has been seven days, and the air is clear. It's never been this clear where I live, always laden with pollution. The only times it's been like this I can remember is when I went to the mountains, the desert, or the plains.
Brrrriiiiing. Click. Five Am. It is now the fourteenth of June. God. I feel very uneasy. Just yesterday, I established our host alive and well. Strike the well. Now today, I just might be forking over my very life to fix a mistake that is currently costing him. Damn. The last thing we said to each other casually was in an attempt to get on good terms with each other. I guess that's not happening now. Pity.
Twenty first of June. What a night!
Yesterday was dull, yet shortly after I put this here package away, Will decided to show me something unusual, yet so in character for him. He wants to win my favor, yet he's doing a bang up job with it!
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