April 15th:
The big bosses apparently have money to
spend, because now we have a bunch of dinosaurs. 10, to be precise. I'm not
sure what need we have for five (inaccurate) raptors, two triceratops, a
Carnotaurus, a Ceratosaurus, and a big fat lazy Spinosaurus, but I'm not the
one calling the shots. The raptors keep chittering at each other while a
coworker offers a goat to the Carno like he's a god or something.
I'm sure this won't backfire or anything. Yep.
April 16th:
They injected the dinosaurs with... something.
"To enhance their abilities," a coworker said. Do dinos need
steroids? Are we trying to win the Olympia Olympics or something? Either way,
nothing happened. Oh, Bob nearly got his arm bitten off by Carno, but that's
nothing new. I'm sure someone has a habit of biting someone when they stick a
huge fucking needle in them.
Raptors have already created a clique and seem to
backtalk anyone who comes by. Snobs. The tris don't give a shit long as they
get their fair share of grass and roaming about in some random, isolated island
near the Kuwahawi Archipelago for like... a bit. Carno, as expected, wants to
eat everybody. Won't stop rattling his cage and roaring at everybody. He roared
at me and tried to bite me, but I just tranq'd him and went about my day. Spino's...
he's something, alright. He's just a lazy bum who waddles in water and humbly
accepts fish. I thought this thing was supposed to be terrifying?
But the real weirdo here is Cerato. He's... kinda
runty for a Cerato. A juvenile, maybe? Only about 8 feet tall, maybe less. Not
only that, instead of trying to eat anyone, he just sniffs us and backs away
like we're going to taze him or something. Did see some markings on him, some
pretty nasty bite marks. And not the "I got bit by a thousand campies"
kinda nasty, but a "something big and nasty bit him like he was a
burger" kinda nasty. If they clamped down... This guy wouldn't have
survived. Or maybe he didn't, and we revived him with white magic after putting
his body back together.
Whatever the case, he's not eating as much as the
others. Hell, doesn't seem to eat while anybody's here. Can't put a finger on
why.
Maybe because that fucker keeps scaring him or
something.
April 18th:
Raptor Clique must have had one helluva time
hunting on Big Fucking Monster island, because they won't fucking shut up. Not
only that, one of them sparks up and chitters the loudest like he's a hype
generator or something. Literal sparks.
That's not something a dinosaur should have.
If that's not a big enough deal, the triceratops
are making their own grass and are just bamboozled. They can feed themselves!
Sadly that means they're growing grass on walls and not understanding that
shouldn't really be happening. Spino doesn't seem to realize much of anything,
just still floating around like a big dope and continuing to eat fish, and
Carno is Carno and actually ate Bob this time. Carno got put in the "time
out" corner. Cerato heard those tazing noises and scampered into his
corner in a heartbeat as the massive asshole got what was coming.
Cerato doesn't seem to be showing much, either,
but lately, when I've been goofing off and watching youtube instead of being an
actual scientist, he gets real curious. Just rolls up and sniffs in my
direction like he's trying to watch with me. He also gets like that whenever he
hears someone unwrapping something. I wondered why...
...Up until I saw Kana giving him a Russel Stover
bar. Do we even know if chocolate hurts dinos? Do they even have taste buds
like we do? Either way, Cerato ate that as if it was his birthday and nearly
took Kana's hand with it. This is a carnivore and here we are, feeding it
chocolate. For "science". We're not completely stupid, though:
someone followed that up by giving him a burger, too. And raw steaks.
What next, we're gonna be feeding him the
dry-aged shit? Iberico ham? Caviar? Either way, least he's eating better.
...Wonder what he'd say if he could talk, though.
April 20th:
I hate being outdoors. Mosquitos are the bane of
my existence, and yet here I am, the fuckers feasting on me as I play dinosaur
babysitter on dino island.. What could POSSIBLY go wrong?
Raptor Clique are a bunch of magicians now,
making sparks, icicles, fire, wind, and... party favors. The mage Raptors have
shunned their party friend in favor of being wizards. Party Raptor doots on...
by herself. She seems a bit happier that way, dooting in the general direction
of the triceratops, who really just want to mind their own business. Carno got
too close to them and they tag teamed him, just slamming him down and covering
him with rocks and moss before strugging off. Bastard's angry as hell but he
can't do shit about it.
Spino alert: he is the happiest, just eating fish
and occasionally getting into it with a shark. RIP that shark. Currently
suntanning on the beach like a model and screeching at Carno whenever he gets
too close. Doesn't seem to mind Cerato, since Cerato's using him as a shield
against Carno. He still seems afraid, though, so even though he's not really
much of a fish guy, he catches fish and gives 'em to spino like its an
offering. Paying him for his services, maybe?
Speaking of Cerato, he's had his eye on Lewis's
dinosaur diorama. Just can't pry his eyes away. Meanwhile, I was just glaring
at the Spinosaur toy he got before me. Bastard ordered one and didn't even tell
me. Sold out just before I got there.
Lewis, if you ever read this, you're dead to me.
April 21st:
Shit.
Shit shit shit shit
Okay. Calm down, I can get through this.
Carno... Carno got powers. He got 'em, alright.
First noticed it when the bars of his cage were a little bent. Put it back in
place and thought it was all alright. But every night, they seem to get bent
wider and wider. And Carno's always staring intently at it...
We put him in a different cage for now, but I
feel like it might not be enough. Especially if he figures out how to work it.
I swear, he's got raptor blood in him. Hell, all of them do. Especially the
raptors, but that's to be expected.
Speaking of, Party Raptor is in her own cage now,
dooting it up and having the time of her life. I gave her a kazoo for laughs,
and now she won't stop. I've created a monster. Soon she will have the kazoo
skills to win musical competitions and I'll be awarded 20 gold trophies for my
efforts.
Tris are Tris, Spino is Spino, Cerato is trying
to learn how to lockpick and actually broke out. We didn't need to tranq him
though, we just saw him attempting to do what no dino could possibly do and sit
in a chair. Chair-sama has died for our sins. Also ate Lewis's burger like a
champion. Take THAT Lewis, serves you right.
Everyone's pretending everything's alright, but
the raptors are sensing something wrong. Already coming up with attack plans, I
guess? Cerato's definitely on edge, hugging that corner like its gonna protect
it. Gave him a safety blanket, and he just hid under that instead. A good
replacement for when Spino can't comfort him.
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April 22nd:
Cerato broke out with Party Raptor and had their
own little party. Had to escort them back into their cages, but Party Raptor
continues to doot in protest. Her fellow raptors are annoyed and probably told
her to shut up, but she doots on.
There's slamming noises somewhere. Already packed
my bags and have several tranqs ready to go.
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April 23rd:
Spino's growling and getting aggressive. The
slamming noises are getting louder. "There is nothing to fear,"
higher ups say.
Nothing to fear, my ass. They said something
about administering another injection. I think I might know what it is... and I
don't want to be here for it.
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April 25th
FUCK-
*Blood is splattered all over the pages.*
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April 29th:
Never enough morphine for this shit
"There's nothing to fear" they said
Yeah tell that to the people who got smeared and
eaten you dumbasses
Press is hush hush. Head Honcho bought their
silence. Bought mine, too, but only for so long.
Tris are dead. Fire Raptor's alive. Dunno about
his other wizard friends. Party Raptor and Cerato's with me. Spino's...
somewhere. With a trusted friend. Can't trust bigwigs to not fuck up
everything.
Fucker bit Cerato. Instant trauma, wild flailing.
Didn't even fight back. Spino broke out and came to his rescue and nearly
snapped fucker's neck. If those idiots didn't tranq him, their favorite would
have gotten thrashed.
Don't know what they're planning with him now.
All I know is that they won't learn. They'll
never learn.
If they get their hands on the rest... There's no
telling what they'll do.
Cerato's on the bed, clutching onto Lewis's Spino
toy tightly. Won't come from under the blankets. Party Raptor trying her best
to comfort him with the song of her people. It’s not working.
God, if only the Kobbers were here already.
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