Chapter 53

Snake Report: Day Whatever/Watching Humans Report: Official Day 6

Creepy Eels taste a lot like chicken.

I know that's a common go-to for what food's taste like, but I'm serious. They taste like roasted-chicken. In a world gone to hell and back, that's a big deal.

But, adding to that: This is also a rather special occasion, on par with a Tiny-Snake's first fireball, or genocidal sacrifice to the tiny-snake-god. Besides Mushrooms and Magic crystals, this is the only thing I've eaten that hasn't resulted in immense suffering and a teetering mind-set of nihilistic values. In fact, it's actually really, really good. I never thought I would say this, but I'm glad it somehow jumped over a fifteen foot wall and tried to kill us.

There are spikes on the wall-top now. Preemptive measure, as Camp Alcatraz is really shaping up to form. Still, the Eel: We even cooked it in a stone oven, crisped to perfection. I think I ate a quarter of my body-weight, unhinged my jaw and everything: the real deal.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

I'm snake enough to admit, that wasn't actually my idea. Miss Paladin used more than a fair share of gestures to convey this plan. She's been looking at me funny ever since though.

"_____!" She said, pointing at me with a rather angry expression. "_____!"

I like to interpret that as "You're one cool snake!"

Yup, that's what I'm going with.

Miss Paladin's really keeping morale in high spirits. But anyways, I wasn't kidding about Camp Alcatraz. I've gone above and beyond even my own expectations in the process of trying to burn off the overflow of mana. Below I will list a few of its many features.

> -A massive fifteen-foot perimeter wall (Now covered in sharp spikes)

> -A thick stone grated drinking pool (Upcurrent)

> -A thick stone grated not-drinking pool (Downcurrent)

> -A carved summit interior with a stone oven- complete with external chimney, two bunks, two chairs, and a table.

> -A raised watchtower now reaching an estimated height of thirty feet. (Snake use only: Only 70 more feet to go before I reach the ceiling!)

Pretty neat. So far so good.