[WTP] Dictator Hale

Day 2,078, 09:01 • Published in USA USA • by irule777


I sit in my corner quietly watching and waiting. Other party members move around slowly throughout the small room we’ve been confined to, all of them holding their few possessions they have left very closely. Our party leader his kept us here for months, allowing us only little time for fresh air, pushing us to work harder and harder every day for We the People’s national domination. Soon many of us will die from exhaustion, dehydration, and starvation, but he doesn’t care.



Day 1: I’ve wrapped myself into a cocoon with my last blanket and claimed a small stake of territory in the far edge of the room. Talostatic is but feet away from me and often eyeballs my stash of food and water. It’s nearly twice the size of his. Mental note, keep a close eye on that one.

Day 3: Potato134 has moved within feet of me and his stench has become unbearable. He stares at me day in and day out with his large brown eyes. He’s severely dehydrated and Hale certainly hasn’t fed him in days. His seriously degrading body looks as though he’s been laying under a steam roller for five days straight. His hair is musty and old and his bones are clearly visible through his pasty white skin. I think he’s coordinating with Talos...

Day 5: Hale made an appearance today and gave us all “Nomination sheets” for the next Party President. His smiles and cheer hide wretched evil and pure hatred of us all. It disgusts me to even look at him. He hands me a sheet and gives me a huge smile and immediately I punch him as hard as I can in the face. He runs away crying like a wee girl and for the first time in weeks, I crack a grin. Everyone else just stares at me in utter disbelief. I punch Potato for good measure.

Day 9: Potato is dead. His body is decomposing next to me and the rats have already begun to feed on his french fry like insides. I’ve taken a few pieces for myself, though, I’m not proud. I believe he died sometime after I punched him.



Day 12: Talos attempted to stage a coup against “President” Hale in the ballots. As soon as he came within five votes, Hale had three men assassinate him. I finished second with just 2 votes, with Hale rigging it to receive over 50,000. Both of the people who voted for me where shot, I don’t think I’ll ever know who they were.

Day 14: A new idiot has moved in and taken Talos’s place. I watch him closely as he merely stares at the floor all day long. I’m convinced he’s planning some psychotic rage on the President. I must remember to ask him if I may get involved, but I’ve been so busy today sweeping 2 square inches of land. I’ll get to it later.

Day 16: MMike, the new idiot, has stolen one loaf of my pita bread over the night. I’ve assembled a force of rats to be my army as we invade his land. I run up behind him, scream, and push him down the stairs into the USWP area; I can hear them eating his brains out for their new zombie program. I feel bad it had to come to that, but noming on my pita bread makes me feel so much better.

Day 19: A cat has started to randomly roam the party floor. I’ve taken to giving her a small bit of milk everyday, petting her, than throwing yarn around until she goes to sleep upside down in the middle of the room as if she were drunk. One only wonders what goes on in her mind.

Day 22: A huge and obnoxious animal has moved in besides me. His flippers get all in the way of everything I try to do and he barely apologizes. I’ve had to ask someone else for his name, as he won’t answer me without blowing something out of that disgusting upper hole of his. Oblige, what an odd name. I report him to Hale’s squad immediately, who later slaps him with several large trout. One feels bad for turning to Hale, but there’s only so much I can handle of other people.



Day 24: I’m hearing rumours Hale has shot up nine members of the party for being too happy. All of us are more silent today than ever in the room. Power ran out sometime last night so now the room, having no windows, is lit only by a burning candle directly in the center. That darn cat takes up most of the heat. We all shiver quietly and wait for death.

Day 27: Rumour has it, most of the federalists two floors up were killed last night by some crazy man named Nose. We have yet to figure out where he ended up, but we hear him scream often in the distance before another body is found. It’s only a matter of time now...

Day 30: Today I was elected to congress somehow. I’m inclined to believe it is an evil plot by our President Hale to get me out into the open. I decide to hitch a ride with RainySunday to the congress building, who can not stop playing loud music all the way there. Mental note, report rainy to Hale.



Day 32: Hale26 was killed last night in a motorcycle accident. Nose was later blamed and convicted to thirty years for murder, though, I visit him daily just to issue a high five. Some insane lunatic name Uncle Buck has taken over the party and has declared us the new Princess Pony party. I lay back and relax on my free pony as we ride off into the sunset together. Oblige runs furiously after me since he was too large for his own pony, and sadly, killed it.

I shall report in again from our next stop in the Capital.