Well, the post-apocalypse malaise seems to have passed and I’m ready to go on living in this terrifying new world of chaos and violence : )

Getting out of this bloodsoaked prison would probably do me some good…

Maybe I could get a job through these guys…

Oh schneeng, son! I know that sauce scientist!

I should text him to see if he’s still alive and can get me there.

He responded! I’m gonna have others to talk to! EEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Alright, well, if anyone is alive and reading this, meet me at the Sauce Vault!!! G-42 OUT!

Ugh…I’d give anything to be back in my habitat, watching Property Clones reruns with a warm bowl of hu’aaaig. These ratlings just aren’t cutting it.

I shouldn’t complain though, the ratlings are gonna die off from the leaking radiation soon enough and then I’ll just have to start goin’ at the bodies…

I did read that the Gromflomite backbutt dangler is pretty nutritious, so that should keep me going for at least a little bit longer.

Maybe toast it over that open greasefire on the mindscraper level? Mmm

I could also just start asexually producing offspring and eating them, because these recipes seem pretty dang good.

I should have seen this all coming, my psychic told me I’d live to see the end of the world AND I’d resort to cannibalism at some point in my life. I just laughed it off then, but now it’s uh…well, pretty real.