Tornado Log
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napoleonherselfTornado log, day 1, minute 1
Water supplies holding out thus far. Mecha already showing signs of mental instability. Will have to keep an eye on him.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 4
Mecha's mental state deteriorating rapidly. Sitting in the corner muttering "buggrit, millennium hand and shrimp" repeatedly to himself. Also lapsing into occasional disturbing song and banging head on the door. Bears closer watching.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 6
Mecha hoarding water supplies, despite working tap within easy reach. Responds violently to any movements in that direction. Additional fixation on one of the flashlights. Don't think I'll try taking away his "so pretty pretty pretty."
Tornado log, day 1, minute 10
Additional fixation has developed; mecha is clinging to medium-sized stuffed duck, claiming that it will act as a floatation device. What use a floatation device is on the third floor of a building that is itself on high ground, I am not sure, but I think it would be better not to question him, as he has developed an odd look in his eyes that I'm not sure I like. Also using his carefully-hoarded water supply to ensure that stuffed duck stays properly hydrated. Has both the flashlights now. With any luck, he won't try to feed them to the duck if and when the power goes out.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 14
The headbanging behavior has resurfaced, along with a delusional belief that he is Batman. Insists I do not look at him, as he does not have his mask on and does not want to reveal his secret identity to me. A pair of neon orange swim trunks apparently serves as his cape and cowl, despite the extreme reduction to visibility it must provide. Had to prevent an attempt to go back out into storm to rescue Robin. Not sure we will get out before he turns on me in a fit of madness, but if he does I may be able to rely on the elephant pixies for backup.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 17
Mecha expresses concern over the fact that only 20 toes are left. I assure him that that will indeed be enough to feed Victor, especially given that he has access to toes of his own. Attempt to assure him that Victor is safe and in easy reach of toe supplies resulted in wild exclamations that Victor was actually in the room with us, apparently standing where I see an ordinary oscillating fan. Considered asking him if he could see the elephant pixies, but decided that his mental state was already excited enough as it was. He seemed to calm down somewhat when he began reading a Stephen King book upside-down and backwards, so perhaps I do not need to worry yet.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 20
Mecha has retitled the Stephen King book to "To Serve Jennies." Am trying not to think too hard about the implications of this. Notice he is giving me odd looks over the top of the book. Attempting to appear as unappetizing as possible. Hopefully I can hold out against him long enough that if it comes down to it, I can eat him first.
Keeps pointing at passages in book and muttering to the stuffed duck about... tacos.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 22
Mecha is attempting to get stuffed duck to fly to safety and to bring back help in the form of his fellow stuffed-duck kind. Keeps calling "bring help, or steak sauce." If he weren't so obviously far gone in the grips of madness, I would tell him that I have already tried to send the elephant pixies for help, and that they reported back that there was none to be found.
I might have to kill him, if I am to survive myself. He is no longer safe to himself or to others -- others, of course, being ME.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 24
Mecha reenacting the assassination of Julius Caesar, with the duck as Brutus and himself as Caesar. Causes the duck to "stab" him with a flashlight, rasps "Et tu, Brute?", collapses; rises a few minutes later as Caesar-zombie. Is now eyeing my brains.
Worried. Very worried.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 27
He keeps saying "Volo cenare tua cerebra!!!!!", which I gather to mean "I want to eat your brains" in Latin. Has not yet attacked me, but draws ever closer when he thinks I am not looking. Ridiculous, of course. I am watching him constantly. Constantly. He is not sane. He is not safe. Must not let him get me.
The elephant pixies have fled. Perhaps for good. Traitors.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 28
Has degraded to the point of being able to say nothing but "brains". Thus far holding him off with flame of lit candle, but doubt it will work for long. Stupid of me, really. Waited too long, wanted to be sure there was no other way. Should have done it. Should have killed and eaten him while I could.
He's sniffing my brains now. Somehow he can smell my brains. Elephant pixies, where are you?
Tornado log, day 1, minute 29
not my brains you undead roman bastard NOT MY BRAINS NO NO NO
the pixies
the elephant pixies are back
so many of them
turn on him, damn you! SAVE ME SAVE ME NOT MY BRAINS
he killed victor, i mean the fan, the victorfan that isn't victor, he's eating its brains IT DOESN'T HAVE BRAINS he's eating them anyway
it will only satiate his unholy undead hunger so long
and then my brains
NO NO NOT MY BRAINS GODS DAMN YOU
Tornado log, day 1, minute 30
dead
killed him
had to
my brains
I TOLD YOU NOT MY BRAINS DIDN'T I
ate his spleen just to be sure
tasted like candy
still have water
still have his corpse
damn zombie
worried about the pixies
THEY NEVER BLINK
ever
the elephants
the
worried they might turn on me next
they already took the duck
Water supplies holding out thus far. Mecha already showing signs of mental instability. Will have to keep an eye on him.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 4
Mecha's mental state deteriorating rapidly. Sitting in the corner muttering "buggrit, millennium hand and shrimp" repeatedly to himself. Also lapsing into occasional disturbing song and banging head on the door. Bears closer watching.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 6
Mecha hoarding water supplies, despite working tap within easy reach. Responds violently to any movements in that direction. Additional fixation on one of the flashlights. Don't think I'll try taking away his "so pretty pretty pretty."
Tornado log, day 1, minute 10
Additional fixation has developed; mecha is clinging to medium-sized stuffed duck, claiming that it will act as a floatation device. What use a floatation device is on the third floor of a building that is itself on high ground, I am not sure, but I think it would be better not to question him, as he has developed an odd look in his eyes that I'm not sure I like. Also using his carefully-hoarded water supply to ensure that stuffed duck stays properly hydrated. Has both the flashlights now. With any luck, he won't try to feed them to the duck if and when the power goes out.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 14
The headbanging behavior has resurfaced, along with a delusional belief that he is Batman. Insists I do not look at him, as he does not have his mask on and does not want to reveal his secret identity to me. A pair of neon orange swim trunks apparently serves as his cape and cowl, despite the extreme reduction to visibility it must provide. Had to prevent an attempt to go back out into storm to rescue Robin. Not sure we will get out before he turns on me in a fit of madness, but if he does I may be able to rely on the elephant pixies for backup.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 17
Mecha expresses concern over the fact that only 20 toes are left. I assure him that that will indeed be enough to feed Victor, especially given that he has access to toes of his own. Attempt to assure him that Victor is safe and in easy reach of toe supplies resulted in wild exclamations that Victor was actually in the room with us, apparently standing where I see an ordinary oscillating fan. Considered asking him if he could see the elephant pixies, but decided that his mental state was already excited enough as it was. He seemed to calm down somewhat when he began reading a Stephen King book upside-down and backwards, so perhaps I do not need to worry yet.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 20
Mecha has retitled the Stephen King book to "To Serve Jennies." Am trying not to think too hard about the implications of this. Notice he is giving me odd looks over the top of the book. Attempting to appear as unappetizing as possible. Hopefully I can hold out against him long enough that if it comes down to it, I can eat him first.
Keeps pointing at passages in book and muttering to the stuffed duck about... tacos.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 22
Mecha is attempting to get stuffed duck to fly to safety and to bring back help in the form of his fellow stuffed-duck kind. Keeps calling "bring help, or steak sauce." If he weren't so obviously far gone in the grips of madness, I would tell him that I have already tried to send the elephant pixies for help, and that they reported back that there was none to be found.
I might have to kill him, if I am to survive myself. He is no longer safe to himself or to others -- others, of course, being ME.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 24
Mecha reenacting the assassination of Julius Caesar, with the duck as Brutus and himself as Caesar. Causes the duck to "stab" him with a flashlight, rasps "Et tu, Brute?", collapses; rises a few minutes later as Caesar-zombie. Is now eyeing my brains.
Worried. Very worried.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 27
He keeps saying "Volo cenare tua cerebra!!!!!", which I gather to mean "I want to eat your brains" in Latin. Has not yet attacked me, but draws ever closer when he thinks I am not looking. Ridiculous, of course. I am watching him constantly. Constantly. He is not sane. He is not safe. Must not let him get me.
The elephant pixies have fled. Perhaps for good. Traitors.
Tornado log, day 1, minute 28
Has degraded to the point of being able to say nothing but "brains". Thus far holding him off with flame of lit candle, but doubt it will work for long. Stupid of me, really. Waited too long, wanted to be sure there was no other way. Should have done it. Should have killed and eaten him while I could.
He's sniffing my brains now. Somehow he can smell my brains. Elephant pixies, where are you?
Tornado log, day 1, minute 29
not my brains you undead roman bastard NOT MY BRAINS NO NO NO
the pixies
the elephant pixies are back
so many of them
turn on him, damn you! SAVE ME SAVE ME NOT MY BRAINS
he killed victor, i mean the fan, the victorfan that isn't victor, he's eating its brains IT DOESN'T HAVE BRAINS he's eating them anyway
it will only satiate his unholy undead hunger so long
and then my brains
NO NO NOT MY BRAINS GODS DAMN YOU
Tornado log, day 1, minute 30
dead
killed him
had to
my brains
I TOLD YOU NOT MY BRAINS DIDN'T I
ate his spleen just to be sure
tasted like candy
still have water
still have his corpse
damn zombie
worried about the pixies
THEY NEVER BLINK
ever
the elephants
the
worried they might turn on me next
they already took the duck
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