It is again another day. And I have found myself in much wetness and cold to the touch. At other times a fever that bears like a thousand fires. At another a pain that sears through my very flesh and dreams that keep me awake in the night. It is not that I can remember such things, but they come and go and leave me in quite a tizzy. It frightens me so. I often desire that rest would not be a thing needed but my flesh craves this consistent necessity. Currently I appear to be fine but if you were to find me but a few moments ago it would have been of someone curled up in a ball and shaking with fear. For what reason I cannot recall.
It may-hap be that my parents have told this young master that they must leave again as they do every few months to travel amongst the stars and enjoy their times in places that I have yet to see. I do wonder about my servants although I am sure my butler with the white tuft down the middle has taken care of such matters in my absence. Even so, he is not as capable of doing great work amongst these monstrosities like that of your young master. I seem to be having another issue and am not sure what may happen at this time. It is quite strange if I might add. It is as if I am watching a movie of some others life and again such images disappear again.
I am not quite sure what they mean or what they are, but I have found myself upset after such dealings. And still, most times they soon disappear like they have today, and I do not remember much from what has happened earlier. This one thing confuses me so as there is not much if not anything that I am muddled by. You see, the last time it appeared so vivid in the moment was on our hunts. It frightened me so and as I dropped to the floor, I found myself in something like a misty fog. But upon my return I was in this room covered in blankets and strapped to the bed as if to stop me from harm. My butler when I experienced such episodes would comfort me and I would find myself with no memory of such an occurrence and feeling numb from such an experience which touching gold and silver would remedy.
However, these idiots have strapped me upon this bed and not to my amusement decided to leave me here to rest. Once these dreaded chains are laid waste, I shall end their miserable lives by calling upon the guards of this city and having them arrested for an eternity for such mistreatment. Did I not tell you earlier these physicians were born and made into fools? I would rather the like of a pig cut me open and use its hooves to perform upon the most difficult of procedures than these numbskulls to exercise the simplest of tasks. If they were to pass from this earth it would not bother me in the least.
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How To Survive In A Dump: The Diary of Mr. Thaddeus
FantasyHis name is Mr. Thaddeus. A young man born into wealth and prestige writes of his experiences with those who now serve under him from his own unique perspective. One that he speaks on the greatness of his own estate and himself. That is until a ver...
