RatPosting

Just learned that RP stands for RolePlay and not Rat Playground and now I'm sad. Really excited for the Rat Playground ):

If you ever think things couldn't get any worse. Always remember, you aren't a rat and I am. It always gets better for me and worse for you kekekekekekeke

My ass digging for cheese curds in the forbidden sanctuary

Just remembered part of the Horrors of life, they always told me it'd be life changing. Tbh after only a couple mental breakdowns it's not that life changing I just went straight back to being a rat. Don't let Existentialism Enjoyers trick you into thinking you need to process that dread, return to rat

Met a fucked up rat and now we're besties. She tells me stories about how she became a fucked up rat and I think that's neat. Get yourself a fucked up rat who tells you sick and twisted life stories.

The horrible ways you can mutate a rat increase my concerns. My bestie's friend keeps sending mail (not sure why she uses mail?) Articles about the cruel and unusual experiments they have been doing on rats... Though ngl maybe they could super-trans some rats, that'd be cool

Started eating a burrito and felt a sense of companionship with the burrito. I'm thick and elongated. He's thick and elongated. I'm filled with chedder cheese. Him beans... I think I made a friend

Who up eating they cheese

Today I learned that creatures with many hands struggle to set up bear traps. On another note, I don't think there are any bears nearby so not sure what that was for.

Lately the roomba has been cleaning up the crumbs off the floor before I get to them, and Mike (friend, not rat) keeps telling me that it's a skill issue. Those are MY crumbs you robot bastard. MINE

I feel like cheese, the way I be curdling away for months and come out the other end blue

Ratposts will become more evident when I'm out of Rat-Based College. For now I wish to stress that the snowy environment is perfectly fit for a rat (me in particular) and should be allowed to hop around in it (mostly me)

I know nothing about the economy, for rats have no concept of such. But I feel the closest I've gotten is when I traded my secrets of The Maze for a couple nuts and a half-eaten apple slice