> EXCERPTS FROM A DOG’S DAILY DIARY
>
> >Everyday 8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
> 9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
> 9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
> 10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
> 11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
> 12:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
> 1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
> 4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
> 5:00 pm - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
> 5:30 pm - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
> 6:00 pm - OH BOY! PLAYING BALL! MY FAVORITE!
> 6:30 pm - OH BOY! SLEEPING IN MASTER’S BED! MY FAVORITE!
>
> -------------------
>
> >EXCERPTS FROM A CAT’S DAILY DIARY
> >
> >DAY 183 My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling
> >objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry
>
> >cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and
> >the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of
> >furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
>
> >Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while
> >they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the
> stairs. In
> >an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again
> >induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair, must try this on their
>
> >bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in
> attempt to
> >make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into
>
> >their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good
> little cat
> >I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.
>
> >There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in
>
> >solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and
> >smell the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was
> >due to MY Power of “allergies.” Must learn what this is and how to use
>
> >it to my advantage.
>
> >I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The
> >dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is
> obviously
> >a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and
>
> >speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move.
> Due to
> >his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I
> can
> >wait, it is only a matter of time.
>
>
I didn’t think it was funny. At least not enough to make me laugh out loud.
Progress Report (Jan 20th 1999)
The clues that I’ve found over the past four months, coupled with the information I’ve found here have got me very worried. I don’t think the T-virus was ever a problem here. This first mansion was very organised - whereas other facilities concentrated on the T-virus and the G-virus, this place aimed far higher. This is where the Mother Virus was created. It was also where the Mother Virus was mutated into the Progenitor Virus. This research happened decades ago, so Lord only knows what horrors they’ve come up with since then.
Continued…
I keep hearing a chain being dragged around the rooms nearby…whatever this is, it was chained up at some point.
Continued…
My God! I’m in over my head here! I’ve just spent an hour trying to get away from this… THING! It holds the form of a man, but is covered in a black fog of some sort. It’s got a huge hook, which it used to try and take my head off. Bullets seemed to have no effect, but after 30+ rounds it finally dropped.
Continued…
It’s suddenly getting very cold in here. I don’t know what I’m going to do if I come across another one of those things. I can’t keep plugging away at them like that.
Continued…
Nnnn…nno way to kill that thing… seems, to have mutated. Whatever virus they were… wwwworking on it’s sooo much more pppowerful than anything else… the creature changed into… ppure fog. It floats around… bullets no good. It’s done sssomething to me… can feel it inside me. Need to contact Chris.
Continued…
Nnnno good… I can’t thinw straight. Can’t make my fingefa do whay I ned to. Aaaarghhhhhhhhhhhh sombydt heeeeeeelpo meeeeeeeeee…
Heh…you remind me of what me and a friend of mine refer to as the “Itchy-Tasty Diary” in the first RE.
That thing STILL creeps us out. :hahaha;
Originally posted by GG Crono 4
[b]Heh…you remind me of what me and a friend of mine refer to as the “Itchy-Tasty Diary” in the first RE.That thing STILL creeps us out. :hahaha; [/b]
That diary fugging rocked.
Sorry, I just woke up and my sense of humor hasn’t kicked in.
What if Mr. T got the T virus?
Originally posted by Yar Kramer
I’d pity the fool, personally.
Originally posted by Yar Kramer
Maybe he has - he looked pretty mean in Rocky III
Originally posted by GG Crono 4
> EXCERPTS FROM A DOG’S DAILY DIARY
>
> >Everyday 8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
> 9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
> 9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
> 10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
> 11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
> 12:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
> 1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
> 4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
> 5:00 pm - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
> 5:30 pm - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
> 6:00 pm - OH BOY! PLAYING BALL! MY FAVORITE!
> 6:30 pm - OH BOY! SLEEPING IN MASTER’S BED! MY FAVORITE!
>
> -------------------
>
> >EXCERPTS FROM A CAT’S DAILY DIARY
> >
> >DAY 183 My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling
> >objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry
>
> >cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and
> >the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of
> >furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
>
> >Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while
> >they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the
> stairs. In
> >an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again
> >induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair, must try this on their
>
> >bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in
> attempt to
> >make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into
>
> >their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good
> little cat
> >I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.
>
> >There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in
>
> >solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and
> >smell the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was
> >due to MY Power of “allergies.” Must learn what this is and how to use
>
> >it to my advantage.
>
> >I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The
> >dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is
> obviously
> >a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and
>
> >speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move.
> Due to
> >his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I
> can
> >wait, it is only a matter of time.
>
>
I’ve read these before. They’re still funny though.
Doesn’t seem funny to me, or maybe it’s because I need sleep.
You need sleep.
Originally posted by Uriel
Doesn’t seem funny to me, or maybe it’s because I need sleep.
Sleep, death, whichever comes first…
… Is it just me, or do half the people here flame every single post Uriel makes, and the other half promptly flame the flamers?
I’m having some trouble seeing whats so funny.
I hate cats
:suckah: I pity the foo that likes cats.
uhhh ok
Originally posted by YourWorstEnemy
I hate cats
:suckah: I pity the foo that likes cats.
I like cats.
Pity me all you want, cause you’re the big one pity at the end.
Cats are fluffy & cute =^.^=