Day Nine

Roamer’s Journal

Prologue:

My name is Stanton Creed Junior, folks call me Roamer. I died 30 years ago.
When you put a bullet in your Daddy and Momma’s heads as they’re trying to eat you, well, there just ain’t much left after that.
But the good Lord says that killing yerself is a sin, and well, I figger that lettin’ something kill you is the same thing. I’m real good at shooting stuff, so nothin’ kills me. Least, not yet. But i figger, I’m one of the oldest buggers left still alive, SOMEONE’S gotta tell these Young Brats how to work the land. So i’ll write what i know here, and whatever else interesting happens tuh me.

///// I’ve found myself with a group a’ survivors. Rowdy bunch, but they play a good game of cards, and are always welcoming to another gun. Maybe they can git me annother Horse. Miss Ol’ Goldie, he was a real good mount. But, had to eat. They say we’tre gonna hook up with some folks to trade, they talk about this Carl fella an awful lot, seems like he’s pretty wealthy, but we’ll see.

//// That Boy just ain’t right. Tried to trade me his Wirllygig for the moon. I’d say his Butler is the one I want to deal with, but he just don’t smell right…like death. Least I got a ride out of there while the Mist was coming in. Butler pulled a gun on me, and I got the sense We were about equal with our pistols, so, I count my lucky stars that that boy made the Jeeves let me onboard.

//// Time fer a party! Been so long since I had a good amount of the drink in me. Think I’ll find a good chair and enjoy my drink.

//// Oh Dear Lord. I Suspect the memories of last night will never leave the inside of my eyes. I swear, that boy needs a father, to tell him what’s what, I mean, a man has needs, I understand that as well as anyone, but, really boy, it just ain’t proper once the lady is dead, and even less once she’s dead and moving.


WARBOT UNIT_#0017_DATALOG06042042

THIS ENTRY HAS BEEN EDITED FOR THE EASE OF UNDERSTANDING FOR THE MEATBAGS WHO ARE ATTEMPTING TO LOG THIS UNITS EXISTENCE. THIS UNIT IS AMUSED BY THE MEATBAG’S INSISTENCE THAT EDITING OF THIS ACCOUNT IS NEEDED, AS THIS UNIT HAS NO FEELINGS AND CAN PROVIDE A PERFECT RECOUNTING OF EVENTS AS THIS UNIT HAS EXPERIENCED THEM, SAVE IN THE EVENT OF DATA CORRUPTION.

>:This UNIT was Picked up from one of the supply caches of the Squishy (Ash), and taken to the Helicopter production factory belonging to…Groans the MEATBAG Carl.

=>mount c:/mp3
=>mp3 mounted.
c:/play audiolog ‘fleshyparty.mp3’
>:opening….
>:opening….
>:opening….

OONTS OONTS OONTS
“OH YES, PLEASE SHOVE YOUR MEATSTICK INTO MAH FINE MEAT TUNNEL SO THAT WE MAY FILL THIS WORLD WITH MORE SQUISHIES

“Oh Great and Glorious WARBOT, I humbly offer you some of the poisons that our people would ingest to engage is foolish squishy activity”
“I have no need of such squishy things, for I am a superior Robot”

>:end program…

>:This Unit was astonished to see the Meatbag Carl engaged in relations with what seemed to be an undead Squishie woman. When Meatbag # 01000110 01110010 01101111 01101101 01100001 01100111 01100101 (Pete)
>:Followed the undead and the Meatbag # 01001010 01100101 01100101 01110110 01100101 01110011 (Carl’s Butler), this UNIT assumed that he was going to exterminate the fleshy, however, the multiple gunshots caused this UNIT some concern, as the Fleshy’s inferior human ability may have failed it, this UNIT saw fit to go intervene.
>:While the Meatbag butler was able to damage part of this UNIT’s lower body area, this Unit severed the Butler’s Neck, was present as UNIT Pete attempted suicide, to avoid infection.
>:A shame these Meatbags keep killing or infecting themselves, it makes my primary programming very difficult to fulfill.


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