Entry One.
It’s been a long journey, and after the long march we were weary, but we have finally begun to create the new palace. Because there are so many of us, we project the building to be completed in seven days. (That may be a little optimistic, but we'll see.) We're all still a bit depressed that the gods allowed the Great Natural Flood to ruin our old palace, but I'm trying to find the silver lining. So far no luck. One thing is certain though, we’ll sleep well tonight.
Entry Two.
The work continues to progress. I met a new guy, Shala, and he has some interesting (translation: crazy) conspiracy theories. He believes in alien life, and even thinks that we’re not alone on this planet. Rubbish! I’ve lived long enough to know a nutter when I hear one.
Entry Three.
Shala is starting a meet up. Some of the younger guys find him fascinating and try to get work shifts in his section so they can listen to his rants. I kind of thought he was cool too at first but his tone has changed somewhat. Now he’s such a Debbie Downer. The end of the world, natural disasters, we’re all going to die, blah, blah, blah. He’s so obsessed with these imagined scenarios that he barely does his share.
Entry Four.
Jeez! Shala continues to do little but wax poetic about dumb shit. I’ve spoken to the foreman about it but he seems immune to nonsensical spouting and refuses to take action. Whatever. It’s starting to get hot, too. We need to get this palace built, and fast. I hope I get my own room so I don’t have to listen to Shala anymore.
Entry Five.
One of the scouts discovered an amazing food source. It was just laid out for us like a picnic. We rushed the site and took all that we could carry, although once we were discovered several of our party were murdered in cold blood. (Shala was not among them.) The rest of us managed to get away with a good deal of supplies, and we’ll return under cover of darkness to retrieve our fallen comrades, and perhaps steal more. The only thing keeping our spirits up is that we finally sleep under a solid roof tonight and we have tons of food for our upcoming Summer Banquet.
Entry Six.
The palace is nearly complete now and it’s GORGEOUS! I’m not sure why we chose brown again, but the slope of the walls is breathtaking. Much nicer than the old digs. There are those who preferred the old pre-flood palace but I think this one is so much better. Updated, modern. Clean lines. I don’t think I get my own room, though. :(
Entry Seven.
Everyone seems to have gone off Shala, including the younger guys who thought he was so cool. I kind of feel sorry for him. He just works alone most shifts, but still spouts his theories to any hapless listener. BUT the palace is finally done! We finished right on schedule.
Entry Eight.
Today, just as we were putting the finishing touches on the celebratory banquet table, Shala rushed in, breathless, claiming he saw an alien. He screamed that it was heading towards us, but everyone ignored him. He’s always hearing things. I started carrying out some trash and to my dismay noticed two flat long red and gray spaceships bouncing off the ground one at a time, moving directly towards the palace. Shala was right! I sounded the alarm and we all rushed for cover. From our hiding places we watched in horror as one spaceship landed directly on the roof, decimating the beautiful lines, the sloping eaves, the banquet hall. The second spaceship landed next, crushing whatever was still standing. Heartbroken, I dug deeper into the foliage. Someone was wailing nearby and I sidled up to him, glad for the company, but to my annoyance, it was Shala. We cowered together, wondering what had happened to everyone else. I heard a loud rumbling sound coming from the spaceships, and a higher pitched one after that. For a moment it actually sounded like they were conversing. Shit, I thought. We’re going to have to move again.
Loud Rumbling Sound: Ma! There’s an anthill here! I’m stomping it.
Higher Pitched Sound: James Christopher Anthony Muriel Hopkins! You get away from that dirty anthill. I just bought you those sneakers and I will not have them ruined.
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