14th of November, Kanaya
I don’t recall the last time I’ve seen the sun. I’m starting to even doubt its existence. It’s been so long though and I got used to things being the way they are. We’ve had good times, we’ve had bad times, but some way or another we have all managed to live on this little, forgotten island, Pussy. You see, all the poor and unimportant people are thrown down here. It’s not the kind of place anyone would want to live in, but it’s not like we have a choice. The vegetation is really poor, we experience sandstorms all the time. For centuries, I and all those other filthy souls have been nothing but puppets to the people living on Dick. Slaves. It’s the only reason they didn’t get rid of us yet, really. We work for them, and what do we get in exchange? Nothing. Not many people had the courage to stand up to them or run away, and I don’t think anyone ever will again. Why? Anyone who disobeys the rules gets thrown off this island, into what we call, VIRGIN WORLD. And I know this because it’s the main reason why my family got split up. Let me tell a story about what happened and the way we do things around here.