Eilidh
Junior Guinea Pig
- Joined
- Aug 11, 2016
- Messages
- 296
- Reaction score
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- Points
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Greetings lower life forms!
Today the Copati clan were adventurers.
The slaves were cleaning the main residence, as it was chore day, so we were plucked from the cage in a most undignified manner, and plonked into our run.
Luckily, the oldest small slave took it upon herself to build us a wondrous play park.
So we spent the afternoon exploring our new environment and eating some musli mix as a treat.
I of course took the lead in our expedition, being the leader. Next came Patch, the brains of the group, there to advise me on what to say should we encounter any wild rouge slaves.
Then, last but most definitely not least, there came the muscled, aptly named killing machine, Tiny, for protection.
Ah, it was a tough journey, finally got back to our living quarters once the largest slave had mangled to find the time to clean it.
She was very preoccupied today, moaning (as usual) about family, cooking and something called a resolution whatever that is.
Tonight there was many more than just our usual five slaves gathered around us, there was what seemed to be millions, all praising us and telling us we are gorgeous, not that we don't know already, but it's nice to hear it from someone else.
I am a bit confused at all this "new year" stuff but it seems alright I guess.
Coco.Xx
P.S. Here are some images of our adventure.
All of us together.
The full haphazard structure.
Tiny.
Me (and tiny also).
Me (and Patch also).
Patch.
Today the Copati clan were adventurers.
The slaves were cleaning the main residence, as it was chore day, so we were plucked from the cage in a most undignified manner, and plonked into our run.
Luckily, the oldest small slave took it upon herself to build us a wondrous play park.
So we spent the afternoon exploring our new environment and eating some musli mix as a treat.
I of course took the lead in our expedition, being the leader. Next came Patch, the brains of the group, there to advise me on what to say should we encounter any wild rouge slaves.
Then, last but most definitely not least, there came the muscled, aptly named killing machine, Tiny, for protection.
Ah, it was a tough journey, finally got back to our living quarters once the largest slave had mangled to find the time to clean it.
She was very preoccupied today, moaning (as usual) about family, cooking and something called a resolution whatever that is.
Tonight there was many more than just our usual five slaves gathered around us, there was what seemed to be millions, all praising us and telling us we are gorgeous, not that we don't know already, but it's nice to hear it from someone else.
I am a bit confused at all this "new year" stuff but it seems alright I guess.
Coco.Xx
P.S. Here are some images of our adventure.
All of us together.
The full haphazard structure.
Tiny.
Me (and tiny also).
Me (and Patch also).
Patch.
