Art by Tropicana, commission from Welof. Thanks to him for including.

Someone took the cookie jar, emptied it and left it in the day care main room. The greatest padded detective (named like this for he wears the thickest diaper around) Welof is on the case. Now, he calls me Pupson for some reason and keep saying elementary, but I'm not in elementary school yet... and without my glasses, I'm not seeing anything really far (I'm near-sighted) so I'm not really help. What I notice his Welof sure looks good in pink diapers. I'm glad I convinced the caretaker he was a girl.


For news, there isn't much to say those days. I'm cleaning Nuka-world of the raiders, all left after that is doing Far Harbor and then I'm done with the game. On sunday, I'll go empty the flat of my friend who left a suicide note a few weeks ago. According to the police, he took the train to another town far away the night after writing his two suicide notes and nobody has heard of him since. The police thinks he may have wanted to rebuild his life somewhere else. But here, his rent is due and his family doesn't want to care about his stuff. His parents are elderly (he was the youngest of 6) and so they asked us to empty his flat. It doesn't feelt great to do so, because we are giving up on him returning any time soon, but he may be dead and his stuff will be thrown in the streets if we don't take care of it, so this sunday we will move his stuff. Let's hope he come back one day to recover it.