Today I am a woman. I have a quest and my beloved pet firefox, Felix. Alas, I am in mourning. Felix is no more.
It seems a new animal has chosen me. Her name is Oy. What a strange name she has chosen! Again, I mourn. She has also died.
I seem doomed to be in this life alone. Pumba has also died and left me to fend for myself. To the bar!
Nibbler has now joined me on this journey. We shall see how long he lasts. Today my ugly Nibbler died a violent death. This is the way of a true hero. I am in mourning yet again. I think I’ll head to the bar!
Tried practicing yodeling, but my solo act was cut short when a roadside tree uprooted itself, approached menacingly and told me to shut up. I think that my grief has gotten me into some trouble. I don’t remember eating that mushroom but I suppose I did if I thought a tree was speaking to me. Maybe a trip to the bar would help me remember.
But wait! What is that I see up ahead of me?!? Nibbler! Is that really you? It seems as if you have been miraculously resurrected! I think that we should celebrate by having a drink!
Nibbler, I think that I was just dreaming that you came back to me. I am so sad. Wait! Nibbler? Could it really be you?!? I think that I should have my head examined. I thought that Nibbler had come back to me when actually Gleep decided to be my new pet.
Sigh. Gleep has decided to give himself to an orphanage. At least he did not die the and I can go to visit him when I get lonely. I think I’ll have a drink. Wait, make that 2 drinks. One to toast Gleep and one to toast his generosity!
Oh! A new friend has joined me on my journey. She’s a Hyper Lynx named Pilot. Why do I suddenly feel like The Doctor when he gets a new companion? Anyway, to the TARDIS! Wait, I mean to the bar!
Sadly, today Pilot perished. I think I’ll wait in the bar while I see if a new companion will be joining me.
A new companion has joined me on my journey. Her name is Nibbler. This name sounds very familiar, but as she is a Philosoraptor and I’ve never had a pet philosoraptor before it cannot have been the same pet. Anyway, to celebrate let’s go to the bar!
Oh, my wise and honest goddess, why do you ask me to do the things you do? I really want to please you but can’t it wait until I get back from the bar?
Today I feel like a cat. A cat, they say, has nine lives. Apparently I have more than that because I have been resurrected 100 times. Being resurrected really messes with my mind. Oh wait, no that’s just the beer. Hey, that’s a great idea! Let’s celebrate my many awesome deaths! To the bar!