The Second Bunny: A Disintigration.

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[Action - 3rd Day - Around Mayfield]

The third day has been less then kind to Mesousa. At some point both his ears have fallen off. His once nice white fur is mostly gone, with what little of it that is left having turned a sickly and inconsistent shade of brown. The skin that has been revealed is tanned and scaly.  

Mesousa is wandering around Mayfield, hobbling wherever he can go and drinking whatever pools of liquid he can find to sooth his dry throat. If he manages to limp by you he will turn and weakly say "I'm sorry about this" before moving on to wherever.

Comments

[nanocerancowboy.livejournal.com]

[Gat nods in confirmation. It's a little sluggish.]

That's right. That man is off his rocker. An' somehow he's able to rig them milk bottles with all kindsa tricks—it ain't just poison he used. Razors an' spiders, too.

Couldn't get 'em out, either. You can try pourin' most of th' milk out, but th' very first sip from th' bottle you take, you'll get razor blades in your mouth.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

That's terrible! I had a friend who used to try to poison everyone, but that doesn't seem nearly as bad in comparison.

[nanocerancowboy.livejournal.com]

[Gat scoffs—though it almost sounds like a cough.]

Some friend that fella is.

[A beat.]

That's why I'm sayin' you shouldn't blame yourself for this, though. Th' town's run by a sorry bunch of scumbags who like makin' us all miserable. It ain't got nothin' to do with you.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

Oh. Everyone here seemed so nice too. I guess I'll never meet the people who run the town though, since there isn't much life left in a little bunny like me.

[nanocerancowboy.livejournal.com]

[Gat sounds sympathetic—poor little guy looks really bad off.]

Assumin' this ain't really th' end ... you'll prolly come back to life when they're done tormentin' us.

Th' town revives folks after it kills 'em—not that it makes what they're doin' to us any better.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

S...so this won't be the end even if we die here?

[nanocerancowboy.livejournal.com]

[Gat shakes his head, a little slowly.]

Prolly not. These folks like torturin' us, after all. I don't think they're gonna let it end with this.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

I guess that's not that bad then, though I dunno if I wanna die over and over.

Sorry for the delay, again! Release 88 threw a wrench my way. @_@

[nanocerancowboy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that ain't—much of a silver linin', heh.

[Gat sighs a little, looking up at the sky.]

I reckon there ain't no way we coulda prepared for this.

Re: Sorry for the delay, again! Release 88 threw a wrench my way. @_@

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

Probably not. I'm not even sure what's going on.