Help VII
Dear Journal, Far too f*****g long Seeing the size of my new underground chambers and the arena above them, I could see why they had taken so long to build. I was having trouble sleeping again, though this time because of my own anger rather than anything else. Why was it taking so long? What was with the delay? Was she even looking? The longer it took the more chance that someone would wake the Mutant and then everything since Vakno would be for nothing. I needed to hurry. I needed to do something. Fitfully, I began drifting to sleep. I felt its presence before it spoke. I hadn’t really thought that merely changing rooms would make it go away, but I had still held on to some small scraps of hope that that would be the case. With a question, we started our nightly ritual within the conf
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