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Sept 9, 2016 0:45:45 GMT
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Post by Potato Overlord on Sept 9, 2016 0:45:45 GMT
Entry 407: I fear that the carrots are starting a rebellion. It is only a matter of time before my kingdom is overthrown. Even my most loyal servants are joining them. There is nothing I can do to prevent this. I must prepare to flee, otherwise the carrots may come for my head.
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Sept 9, 2016 0:48:55 GMT
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Post by Potato Overlord on Sept 9, 2016 0:48:55 GMT
Entry 407: I fear that the carrots are starting a rebellion. It is only a matter of time before my kingdom is overthrown. Even my most loyal servants are joining them. There is nothing I can do to prevent this. I must prepare to flee, otherwise the carrots may come for my head. Entry 408: Just as I had predicted, the carrots are indeed starting to rebel. As I walk down the streets I can hear them whispering to each other, just quiet enough so I cannot hear. I must retreat, as I no longer feel safe within my own city. I am taking my daughter and fleeing into the country, hopefully they will not pursue us.
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Sept 9, 2016 0:57:19 GMT
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Post by potatooverlord on Sept 9, 2016 0:57:19 GMT
Entry 407: I fear that the carrots are starting a rebellion. It is only a matter of time before my kingdom is overthrown. Even my most loyal servants are joining them. There is nothing I can do to prevent this. I must prepare to flee, otherwise the carrots may come for my head. Entry 408: Just as I had predicted, the carrots are indeed starting to rebel. As I walk down the streets I can hear them whispering to each other, just quiet enough so I cannot hear. I must retreat, as I no longer feel safe within my own city. I am taking my daughter and fleeing into the country, hopefully they will not pursue us. Entry 409: My wife has stayed behind to try to call the masses. My daughter and I have escaped with limited supplies and nowhere to go. I fear for our lives. Sometimes I think I see shadowy figures in the trees around us, but when I check ain there is nothing. Yet I still can't shake the feeling that we're being followed. My daughter doesn't know what is going on but I don't want to tell her. We only have enough supplies for a few days, god help us if we can't find anything by then.
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