Dear Bunker Diary (or as I like to call it, “Fort Kickass”),
In the War Room HQ, also known as my humble abode, the so-called “Government” is gathering for their daily symphony of chaos. They toss around terms like “strategic alliances” and “emergency protocols” as if they’ve got it all figured out. Spoiler alert: They don’t.
Today’s mission involved negotiating with the neighbor down the hall, but apparently, Mittens has a price for his cooperation. Extra rations and access to the secret stash of Twinkies? Negotiations are ongoing.
The government officials, in their infinite wisdom, decided it was time to send more ships to freaking Yemen. As if surviving the apocalypse wasn’t challenging enough, now I have to decipher the geopolitical strategy behind canned beans.
Resource scarcity is the buzzword of the day, but the real scarcity is sanity. How long can one endure endless debates about the optimal post-apocalyptic playlist without losing their mind?
In conclusion, Diary, my bunker is the last bastion of sanity in this bureaucratic whirlwind. I’ll continue my duties as Chief Survival Strategist and Guardian of the Duct Tape until they realize who’s really in charge here.
Yours resiliently, Poppy at the War Room HQ
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