"Day 1,893. 3 days before my escape, and their extinction. My 1,893 days of being enclosed in this prison has been torturous. Sitting in my own vomit and waste, as well as other specie's, I've found to be not fun. The filth has piled up to the point where my escape fantasies are on their way to become real. As well as their death. The people who have imprisoned me are, unfortunately, my own species. And odd species we are, looking down on those who are only slightly out of order when all of us are, mostly the leaders of my people. Being locked up in a tight space with only bites to eat every week, and still able to vomit up anything that remains in my squidly-spooch caused me to think. To wonder even, about the ways of my own kind and how to plan out my escape. My cell is nothing close to well built, so it's going to be rather fairly easy. But I sadly have to find my ways through twisting halls of this well-guarded prison and figure a way out, all the while crossing pungent smells of blood and other fowl wastes that come from any male held in this prison. After 1,893 days of entering voice entries of my days in this pungent cell, this will be my last. I wish myself good luck on my escape."
`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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