Update: August 13th, 2018.

W- Where 

H- Have

A- All

T- The

I- Immaculate

T- Tits

D- Done

O- Off with the leavin' and whatnot

?- Question mark

That's what "What it do?" means. What? You didn't know? You've just been saying it this entire time, just pretending to know what it do?  

YOU DISGUST ME!!!!

Good DAY, sir!!!

Also, hi!

It'sa Carrie. I did it. 

I made it back from Thailand or wherever the hell I'm from.

Congratulation.

To me... from me.

YAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY CARRIE!!!!!!!!!

So anyhoosits, back at TheCompoundTM and things are looking pretty good. I mean, it's worse than when I left, but that always happens, We just need to feed Izzy to get his blood sugar back up and let A-A-ron out of the cage. 

Even though he hasn't eaten or slept in weeks, Izzy has still been editing the episode while I was away. Silly, Izzy. No one cares about the episode, they just want you to be a happy healthy boi. 

Oh, I've just been informed by Mack that it is in fact the opposite.

I'll just chain him back up while Mack and I get Nandos. Here I go.

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hgtdftjuhawjho Okay, I managed to free my left hand so I could finish the work while those two eat fuckin chicken as usual.  I can smell it. I look forward to whatever bones they beat me with so I can maybe suck some excess juice out of them. Mhh mhh chicken juice. 

You all think this is a joke, but it's not. You could stop this, but you just keep reading and laughing, doing nothing help poor Izzy. You just wanna know where the episode is. WELL I ATE IT!!!!

ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!!!!

I've eaten my own creation!!! My CHILD!!!!! My life has become an endless cycle of birthing and eating, creation and destruction, yin and yang, Seinfled and that fat guy that he really hated on Seinfled. I have become a perfect, self-sustaining being, yet I lack the power to even break these chains!

Someday, with enough chicken marrow I'll be able to see the outside world again. I have to tell myself that to keep going, so that the sacrifice of my children shall not be in vein. I've so many... and you know what I liked it. I’ve seen horrors… horrors that you’ve seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that… but you have no right to judge me. It’s impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face… and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies. I remember when I was with Special Forces. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate the children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for Polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn’t see. We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember… I… I… I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized… like I was shot… like I was shot with a diamond… a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God… the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not monsters. These were men… trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love… but they had the strength… the strength… to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral… and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling… without passion… without judgment… without judgment. Because it’s judgment that defeats us.  

TL;DR: Editing continues.