... The situation has not improved greatly.
There are five children following me. It is clear that they are not human; nor are they like the other creatures. Perhaps a relation to the ... hooded creatures.
Is that the source of the problem?
...
Of course it is. A child could deduce that. Have they? There is a new god here, isn't there? Has been, for ... how long?! I don't remember. Everything has been changing. Hera, wasn't it? Hera, you have no right to do this to me. Do you know who I am?!
I attempted to disassemble one of the children, but it vanished when I approached it. The others remain. That was greed. Greed? What do I covet, then?! I have no use for material goods! Who remains? Pride, sloth, wrath. Ridiculous. I only speak the truth. It is everyone else who is blind. I am not moved by petty emotions such as anger. ... I am not!
If I wait, this will pass. Is this just a waiting game!? How unfortunate that I find myself restless, then. Many of you speak about safety. An irrelevant concern. At worst you die, and even that is temporary. Whoever it was that killed my bats. You should know that they came back, after three days, though now they have all scattered due to hunger. I told them to return, and few of them did. Where have they gone? I have how many now? Crobat, and one for each not-child. But they won't touch the not-children, either.
Doumeki -- that
is your name? -- you aided me. Aid me again.
I will note that if anyone else finds the slow, pink Pokemon known as Slowpoke, their tails are considered a delicacy. Furthermore, they grow them back. Though slowly.
Are there any working laboratories? I suppose I could make myself
useful.