Dear Diary, the day is Sunday, a lovely day to play this game for the first time- So I thought. But here we are. Staring at the food processing unit. With the news in our left ear, constantly looping. The air is getting thin. Since i already ate all of my provisions, I cannot put any more into the processor. I think this means starving. I wish I could tell you to tell my mother that I love her. But that would mean I would have a mother. Or call the breeding unit my mom. Kind of sad, innit bruv? Since we were all born via a vile in an Erlenmeyerkolben. Oh well, such is life. Life is life. Na na, na na na.

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