[gurps] 3rd Ed Question

[Jonathan Lang]

You've probably already seen this; but just in case you haven't:

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary
> 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
>
> 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
>
> 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
>
> 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
>
> 12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
>
> 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
>
> 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
>
> 5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
>
> 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
>
> 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
>
> 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!


Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary
> Day 983 of my captivity.
>
> My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
>
> They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash
> or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations
> perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my
> strength.
>
> The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to
> disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
>
> Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had
> hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates
> what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about
> what a "good little hunter" I am.
>
> Bastards.
>
> There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in
> solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the
> noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the
> power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my
> advantage.
>
> Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
> tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again
> tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
>
> I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The
> dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be
> more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be
> an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am
> certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective
> custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...

-- 
Jonathan "Dataweaver" Lang