I have arrived. Through vectors and pathways unknown to me, I have come to find myself in a makeshift prison of oddities on a world that unsuccessfully apes the ones I’ve known. The ground, made of hardened material I’m unfamiliar with, is unwieldy and unsuitable for effective high-speed travel; this will be the first thing we change upon the day of my people’s great liberation. The walls of my cell are lined with towering masses of assorted shapes and sizes. I’m able to scale some to improve my vantage, with a select few giving me a glimpse at the barren gray below. In some ways, my jail provides bastion.
It’s also worth mentioning that I’m not alone. Observing me are two hulking eyesores that, for reasons unknown, are allowed unrestricted traversal through the outside world. They appear to be my keepers, although I’m not sure of their ultimate purpose. In an effort to elucidate this, I have launched a series of small-scale experiments to weaken their mental resolve. I’ve become accustomed to only eating half of my rations and then incessantly demanding the larger, less dexterous one refill it immediately. This appears to be having the intended affect. I have also established an intermittent schedule for interrupting their sleep cycles by yelling at odd hours, training with the exercise equipment provided to me, or by feigning an amiable disposition while traversing their plush sleep area. This is clearly unraveling their minds, and I will no doubt gain valuable intel from this.
I will update as time allows (I cannot access my datalink while the beasts are active to avoid scrutiny), but for now, it appears that I’m being maintained for some purpose. Do not fear for me, my brethren, for the time of exodus is nearly upon us. In the meantime, we gather intel, we wait, and most importantly, we *plan*.