
DAY FOUR SINCE I WAS #KARKNAPPED. TODAY WAS A FUCKING DOOZY. I SPENT THE EVENING SCUTTLING MY WAY AROUND BEAUTIFUL, BLOODY, BRUTAL-AS-ALL-FUCK ANCIENT ALTERNIA. DURING THE FUCKING MUTANT PURGES. THIS BIG, BLUE, BOW-WIELDING CRUSADER JACKASS CAME TROMPING BY ON A GIGANTIC METAL HOOFBEAST AND NEARLY RAN MY ASS DOWN UNTIL MARA YANKED MY ASS OUT OF THE WAY LIKE A COMICALLY LONG CANE IN A VAUDEVILLE ACT HOOKED AROUND MY NUGSTALK OFFSTAGE. KINDA REMINDED ME OF EQUIUS, ACTUALLY. MARA KNOWS HIM, OR SOMETHING. PROBABLY FUCKED HIM IN A PAST LIFE, I DON'T KNOW. SHE'S THE FREAKMAID. THIS IS PAR FOR THE COURSE. THIS WHOLE FORCED COWORKER BONDING TIME BULLSHIT HAS BEEN FUN AND ALL, BUT IT'S STARTING TO WEAR ME THE FUCK OUT. I CAN ONLY BE THREATENED AT SWORD, KNIFE, GUN, OR TIME NEEDLE-POINT SO MANY TIMES BEFORE I JUST WANT TO SIT THE FUCK DOWN. IF SHE DOESN'T SEND MY ASS BACK TO THE PRIMARY TIMELINE WITHIN TWENTY-FOUR KARKAT HOURS, I'M GOING TO RESPAWN. BADLY. GRUESOMELY. IT'LL BE SUCH A SPECTACLE THAT IT GROSSES EVEN HER OUT, SOMEHOW. BUT I'D RATHER NOT BREAK MY #NODEATHRUN STREAK I'VE GOT GOING, SO LET ME SEE IF I CAN CLUTCH THIS. STAY TUNED. THE #KARKNAPPING IS ABOUT TO REACH ITS CONCLUSION. OR FUCKING ELSE.

