Cycle 45 (11)
Dear Diary,
I’m home at last! Being home feels so good. There’s something about sleeping in your own bed that’s just the best.
I don’t know when Mika will get here with the others, but I hope it won’t be for a few days. I’ve kinda decided to join them again. It was rude to leave without saying good-bye. And watching the yetis get beat up does sound kinda fun. Also the bugs on Floor 98 are fun to fight. I won’t let anyone hurt the wolves, and I’ll just bring ranch balls for the slimes.
Oh, I mentioned to Larissa a while back that sharks like carrots, and she asked if I ever poisoned the carrots. I was horrified at first, but it makes sense. I could poison food. And the sharks have resisted every attempt made to become my friends, so I guess there wouldn’t be anything too bad about poisoning them.
I mean, I’d still feel bad. They’re only doing what they think they have to do, and in return Players kill them in all sorts of horrible ways. Not fair. And then someone drops in food, which they’re supposed to like, but it poisons them? Super not fair.
Also there’s a… professional pride. It’s not like doctors have, with their hippocratic oath or anything, but I make food. I make good food. Making food with the goal of hurting whatever eats it just feels evil. And I’m not evil.
Or, at least I try to not be.
Sure, I’m not perfect, but I don’t do mean things on purpose.
Usually.
Unless someone deserves it.
Which the sharks don’t.
So yeah, not gonna poison any carrots.
Goodnight, Dungeon!