"They say that comedy is the spice of life, and we are Flavortown."

"I mean, if you throw corn down on the street and fifteen pterodactyls fly down to fight over it, go ahead and do some hunting."

Oranges are the bomb, man.

So now the world has remade all of us. We're all Kouvael apparently. Z wakes up with bunny ears and is worried about his dick getting smaller and girthier. Harper wakes up with bunny ears and is concerned about her badonkadonk. I wake up with bunny ears with complimentary tits and pussy. I mean, I still have my dick, so there's a little bit of me still left, but anyone looking at me now would just see a girl. It's a hell of a thing to get used to. Trying to play it cool, though I'm also trying to get riled up about it internally. Thing is it's not working. As absolutely weird it is to have these things bouncing around, it doesn't have the crazy dysphoric feeling that I would expect. I look like how I expect Charlotte will in a few years. At least I'm pretty. Could have been worse I guess. But yeah, apparently for Kouvael it's just a normal thing for some of them (us?) to be dual-gendered. It's going to take some getting used to.

The world is freaky. It's like it'd being made all around us. Nature wasn't ready when we got dumped here and has been playing catch-up. I'm fond of the big-titted deer woman though. It's not just the tits, though if I'm being honest it is mostly the tits.

Dead

Nick was a dick and decided to kill all of us. Never thought the guy who introduced porn to me in elementary school would show up with a shotgun and kill Z, Harper, and me.

I can't believe I sold Teeth Under Sunrise. That one was looking to be stuck in my garage forever. Definitely makes up for having my afternoon wasted.