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Writings of a Chocolate Addict
The following is an absolutely true account of the heartbreaking and profound journey of a girl who was forced to spend a week in a barren environment with no sustenance whatsoever.
Day 1
Supplies are low. Unfortunately, I was careless when I made my plan for distributing my rations throughout the week. I now have none left.
Talking about it is only making me sick with longing, so I shall attempt to describe the godforsaken place in which I am now forced to reside. It is a large area, but I have managed to familiarize myself with its layout; it has a myriad of nooks and crannies and multiple artifacts of dubious origins. In fact, I just recently discovered a small cavern with multiple identical artifacts; all of them consisted of a triangle with a sort of hook at the top, and they seemed to be purposefully hanging from the cavern’s roof—with what intent, I wonder?
I decided to pick up a few of these artifacts to use as weapons in case I would need them. This proved to be an excellent decision on my part, for I soon came across a ferocious, fur-covered beast as I explored more. It jumped at me and roared menacingly, at which point I brandished my weapon at it. It cowered away after a while. Victory!
This is all for now; I simply cannot concentrate on my discoveries when my imminent survival is at risk.
Day 2
I discovered another curious grotto today. When I attempted to explore it, however, I found myself repulsed by a shock of cold air that emanated from it. Putting all reservations aside, I dove in with the hope that I would be able to forage for something to eat. There were multiple plants in the cavern (though in forms I had never seen before—certainly not the organic forms I can see in a field or in a garden) and even parts of animals! Nothing edible, though.
Day 3
I attempted to contact my family today. The communication was faulty, though – almost as if we were speaking two different languages. I tried to explain that I was in need of nourishment, but all I could make out in response was a whole lot of gibberish and a sort of angry tone. I don’t think they really understood me.
I did make out one thing, though. I distinctly heard my mother yelling, “Not a chance!” I wonder what that was supposed to mean.
Day 4
All hope is lost. There are no edibles to be found. This is the end.
Still, I cannot help but feel that this is my fault. Am I to blame for my own trials and tribulations? It it because I refused to wash the dishes the other day? Maybe it is because put a spider in my father’s bed (though he definitely had it coming).
Day 5
Food at last! My family finally brought much-needed rations! If I plan well, I’m sure these will last me a whole month! The way they went about it was awfully curious, though.
MOTHER: Here! I did groceries! The chocolate’s in that bag!
ME: Food! At last! Oh, I was so worried, I didn’t even know where you were…
MOTHER: What?
ME: Don’t you remember? I tried to contact you!
MOTHER: You yelled at me to get you chocolate?
ME: What? Anyway, I’ve been in this godforsaken place for ages now…
MOTHER: This is our house!
ME: …and I had nothing to eat…
MOTHER: We gave you food! You just wanted chocolate!
ME: …and I was just exploring, and I found these amazing artifacts that look like triangles with hooks…
MOTHER: This is why your clothes stay on the floor.
ME:..incredibly lucky, really, because it came in handy as a weapon when I came across this beast…
MOTHER: You brandished a hanger at our dog?!
ME: …and I found this cold grotto with nothing edible in it…
At this point, my mother sent me to my private chambers, to which I took a few rations. She didn’t seem to understand me at all. Perhaps I am slightly delirious from the prolonged starvation?
Ah, well. This ends my account. No longer do I have to fight to survive.
Day 6
THERE’S NOTHING TO EAT. IT’S ALL GONE.
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