Day Thirty-One

THAT JERK! As you can tell my relationship with this dip shit just keeps getting better and better. Let me elaborate of you. He was pulling me along behind him like he usually does, you see he doesn't like it when I walk around trying to find a ghost to take me back into their custody so he has taken to holding me hand all the time, and we were walking across a very scary looking bridge when it decides to break right under our feet. Guess who gets close to falling to her death. If you guessed me then you would be right. I fell into the gap, and I'm really glad that little horned freak had a grip on my hand because if he hadn't then I would have died. There would have been no Neal to save me this time… This reminds me why I still hate this kid.

He dragged me to some higher ground where he decided that he wanted to take a nap on one of the stone couches my mom had installed. He took up the whole damn thing, so I had to kick him in the face a couple of times before he realized that I also wanted to sleep on the couch. He then had the nerve to put his head in my lap! His horned little head in my lap! A) I am not a pillow, and will not tolerate being used as such, B) He has horns and they poked me in places I shouldn't talk about, C) He killed my Neal!

Day Thirty-Two

Horned kid did some good today by killing some of the ghost dudes who would play tricks on my, and drop me. I was glad that he killed them. Of course one of the bastards got a hold of me, and almost got air born, but horn-o killed him before I could get off the ground.

I have also discovered that little horned kid doesn't think I can take care of myself, so he goes around finding the easiest way for me to get around. Like today, we had to get down to this lower level, and the kid didn't think I could climb up the chain after him, so he went the long way around, and got me an elevator thing to ride on. I might be able to use this kid after all.

My life has become very easy now, and I am out of the cage. Maybe this isn't as bad as I originally thought.

Day Thirty-Three

We found a really big room today, and Mr. Horned man couldn't figure out what to do in there. He kept running around looking for what he needed, and I just stood there laughing at him the whole time. I think he caught on because he then grabbed my hand, and made me run around the room with him. I started crying, and it made him stop because I think it made him feel really bad. I'm really glad mother gave me those acting lessons. They finally have come in handy for something.

He finally figure out what to do, so while he was playing super hero I walked around looking at the room, and pretending not to hear his cries for fright from being up so high. Of course when he fell to earth from the ceiling, I did burst into fits of giggles that I was quick to cover up when he came over to me, and started pulling on my hand for me to follow him.

We then went downstairs and lit a bomb near a support beam, and then made our way towards the idol doors. Some ghosties decided to come after us, but instead of fighting them we just opened the doors on them, and they all died. I didn't really fell very bad for them this time though.

Day Thirty-Four

Missed getting out of the castle today. I am so sad (completely sarcastic by the way). I think that horned kid thought I was sad about missing getting out of the castle, but the only think I was upset about was tripping, and hurting myself. I think I got a cut on my hand because of him. Stupid little horned freak.

Saw my mom. She said some stuff, but I was to busy worrying over my hand to really listen to what she was saying. I think it was something about me being ungrateful, or asking me why I was out of my cage. I really don't know, and I'm not going to lose any sleep over it either. That woman never was good for anything anyway.

Horned freak was sad, so he went to go sit on the couch. I followed him over there, and tried to show him my hurt hand, but he only held it. I think he thought I was trying to be comforting, but I was trying to see if he could lend me some of his head bandage for my bleeding palm… Ok, it wasn't bleeding, but that isn't the point. The point is that the horned freak hurt my hand, and he needs to do something about it besides feel sorry for himself.

I then realized that it was starting to get dark, so I showed the freak who to light all the lamps for me. It isn't that I am afraid of the dark, but it just felt right to light them up. I mean what harm can come from having the light? I mean we will be able to watch out for my crazy mother, and also for the ghosties. I really would hate to get dropped from a great height in the dark. You have no idea how much that would suck.

Day Thirty-Five

I feel violated, and used. Ok, here is what went down, horn-o and I were looking for something, I guess a way out, when he found this place where we needed to put some blocks. FYI this is possibly the worst castle design ever. Whoever my mom hired to make her castle was on crack because it is very inconvenient to get around here. It is like the guy designed it as a joke, and a not very funny joke at that.

Anyway, horn-o decides that because he doesn't have two blocks that he is going to use me like the missing block. Is that some subliminal message for calling me fat? Because if it is we are going to have some problems. Of course if he used himself like a block then I would have to show him that I am completely capable, and he would no longer do shit for me. I kind of like my easy life, and I don't really want to give this up.

Besides that we wandered around, and found this windmill, another shitty design flaw of this castle. The little bugger thought it would be funny to act like some freak and attack the windmill. Then when he was attacking one of the windmill blade things he accidentally got stuck, and was then dropped onto the top of the building. I was laughing so hard! You should have seen this kids face when the blade picked him up. It was like he was about to wet his pants! I almost cried I was laughing so hard! Of course the fools mistake is what got us to the next set of idol doors, and another strangely located couch. But by this time it was super late, and it was time for another night of pushing the horn-o off of me. I'm not sure if he is doing this on purpose, or if he is just doing it in his sleep, but every time I am about to get to sleep his head falls over onto my shoulder, and his horn jabs me in the shoulder. It hurts so much, that it is unreal. I don't know if I can take much more of this.

Day Thirty-Six

That bastard almost let me get caught by my ghostie dudes today. He was showing of his "mad chain skills" as he calls them, when a bunch of ghosties came out after me. He wasn't really paying attention to me, so I had to scream a few times before he finally stopped jacking around on the chain and decided that helping me might be a good idea. He is such a flake sometimes. And to think that the guy thinks that I am a moron. Man does he have that wrong.

Later in the day I had to pretend that I was off in my own little world, and that I couldn't understand what he was saying to me, so that I wouldn't have to help him. He actually wanted me to pull a lever he couldn't reach. ME! Little old sad and pathetic me, who can't even climb a silly little chain. There is no way in hell that I would be able to pull that lever. I might just hurt myself… Well, that is what he thinks anyway.

Day Thirty-Seven

Woke up this morning and the little horned freak was gone. He must have gotten a really early start. So I spent my morning looking for food and waiting for him to come back.

I ended up stalking a lizard for a while, and right as I was about to catch it, and eat it the bastard calls out my name, and scares the little bugger away. I was so upset that I took my time in getting over to where he called me. You have no idea how long it has been since I last ate. I am getting really hungry. I don't know what I am going to do if I can't get food soon.

Day Thirty-Eight

Horn-o and I had a rather long day today, and I would give you the complete lowdown, but I don't have enough time, and I would really rather not relive it to its full extent.

I will tell you that it had a lot to do with climbing, and having him help me, and a bunch of my time waiting for him. I had to wait for him outside of a gate. I had to then wait for him again inside a building, and then outside of the building. You see I had to wait after he opened the door for me because he then made a fool out of himself by falling into this river. I used this opportunity to find something to eat, but there wasn't anything besides grass, so I had to deal with that. I never realized how nasty grass tasted until I was forced to stomach it. Of course I filled up on grass, and then I drank a shit load of water from the river, and all before that dip shit was able to make his way back to the room. I actually got so bored with waiting in the garden, and I went to the doorway of the building, and waited for him there. I think I game him the wrong impression though.

Well we went on from there because the weirdo wanted to find a couch to sleep on. I know this because he told me. He actually talks to me all the time, but I have given up on talking to him because he doesn't seem to understand me. Oh well.

Day Thirty-Nine

WHAT THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS DOING?! Ok, so the dumb ass found out what the couches do, so he played around with it a bit before he finally got it. Of course of him to play around with it he had to let me get captured like three times before he realized that we would wake up from the last couch. I don't think he realized I knew what was going on, or he didn't think I would remember, but I did. It pisses me off that he would use me like that though. That jerk!

We did some other stuff today, but I am to pissed off to remember what it was, or really care about it either.

Day Forty

I think he has finally gone retarded. It is pretty much official now. I mean if I thought we had to start over a lot yesterday that was nothing compared to today. He just couldn't get it right, so I was stuck acting like I wasn't pissed, or even contemplating what was going on while he tried in vain to get it right. It got to the point where I just didn't want to get up from the bench anymore, but he has this weird thing about taking me with him everywhere he goes, so I really don't have very much of a choice in this. Oh how I wish I did thought.

After he finally got past that part without dying, or letting me get taken by baddies (that pissed him off more then him dying I think) we still had a lot to do before we could get to a stone seat. I think he was about ready to pass out when we finally found a stone seat in a place like where he found his sword. Poor guy. He is trying so hard to help me, and I talk so badly about him. Oh well, I guess it is a good thing that we don't speak the same language.

Day Forty-One

That guy has no morals! He goes around talking like a sailor when I know for a fact that he has only been on a boat when those horned guys brought him over here, so he has no reason to be talking like that!

Anyway, he did a lot of running around while I did a lot of what I do best, waiting for him to come back and get me. We have a really good system going. Well, a good system for me anyway.

By the end of the day we had ended up back in the main courtyard. It was late, and horn-o was panting, and so out of breath that I made him sit on the stone bench. He was out of it before I could sit down next to him. The little prick took up the whole bench, so I get to sleep on the ground. This isn't going to be any fun is it?