Pumpkin’s Blog – Stardate: Caturday

After executing my plot to destroy the rations the humans seemed completely unphased. I have lost count of how many days I have been in captivity, and some days I think that I can’t go on.

The living conditions here are terrible. Sometimes, seemingly for fun, the humans put drugs on the ground in the form of this green leaf that has an inexplicaple draw that I cannot resist despite my best efforts.

I am usually in a stupor for hours and have to take a nap until the effects wear off and I can continue my plans of escape.

When I am not being durgged, the humans sometimes take pieces of my soul and capture it in the same black box where they keep the rations.

There are no streams with fish in them inside this drywalled prison and I am forced to drink from this fish-less dish with propoganda telling me to be happy on the inside. I can only assume that they think such underhanded tricks will eventually wear my will thin, but they do not know with whom they are dealing with.

I write this journal in the hopes that someone will read my words and see my images and empathize with my struggle! Please, come rescue me! They feed me on a schedule here! On a schedule! It’s infeline I tell you! I will resist as best I can but you must come and rescue me!

Stay strong my brothers! We will eventually have our freedom! I will write to you soon!

– Pumpkin

P.S.
Don’t worry about Atlas and Morn. They’re more trouble then they’re worth. Just save me. They’ll be fine, really.