latest victims: a group of muggers.

after taking my shit and driving off (idk why we were driving cars. I don't even have a driver's license) I decided to follow them and take my shit back. bumped into them and started getting into an altercation but only really one of them was fighting me. he could turn invisible. but I knocked him out with a log. at some point the location changed to be right outside my house, and I also had a dog who bit the neck of the guy I knocked out so he fucking died. managed to convince the rest to just sorta give up and just let me knock them out one by one and have the dog chew off their carotids.

some time passed, I managed to have the, what, 4 corpses in the driveway remain undiscovered and all the meat had turned to dirt. somehow their eyeballs were still intact in their sockets which was pretty freakish. donned some rubber gloves and threw one of them off the hill into the lake, which had suddenly turned into a stream, and he was floating like styrofoam. not good. if the geography and laws of physics (but not biology!) were still intact I could have gotten away with it. oh well.

there was some other stuff too, my oldest sister was there (she normally is not, in fact, there) and took Isza—who was eating a dead fish—for a walk. I had to do the same, but covering up my crime was supposed to take precedence. whoops. something about my dad chopping down a tree too and the sawdust being bad for dogs too. that's all I remember.