- After the doomsday, you are the very last survivor. - Let's get cracka-lackin!
Professor Doctor Z. Smith, diary entry number 937.
It has been exactly six years to the day since the giant lollipop monsters invaded my land and destroyed my civilization. There is still no signs of any other living thing alive besides me and my trusty falcon, Zacharias. He has contracted a rare form of Geoplatosynapsis. A disease that shrinks your body slowly until you are so small that you basically aren't alive. He is only an inch wide and tall. I call him BIg now for ironic effect. I still am absolutely terrified every time I see some sort of colorful swirl. Zacharias says hi ya'll. The other day I was taking a stroll along the boardwalk and suddenly I had a flashback: Two giant green and yellow circles on massive sticks standing above me laughing their maniacal, sugar high laugh. Then the flashback fades. A single tear rolls down my face. I go to the local supermarket and burn every last candy just to spite those diabetes causing bastards. The scent of burnt sugar won't leave my senses all day. I long in the feeling of revenge. Sometimes when I'm lonely I watch the Goofy Movie on repeat for hours on end. It let's me forget my candy-stricken troubles.I also watch the food network all day and yell at screen whenever candy is on. I watch Oprah most days. I also have watched every episode of General Hospital.
Goodbye for now diary.
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