Dear Journal,
Day 1492: The women of the group thought it'd be best if I had some "exercise" as they chained me to a rather copious piece of mechanical kit-bashing they labeled as an automobile. Sure, they could have been ruthless and had me dragging along behind the thing, but the ever merciful women allowed me to pull the vehicle about a mile in distance instead. Something about building my stamina up for other pursuits. I'm not sure what that means. I just wish they'd allow me to wear more than this Tarzan cloth. It gets cold at nights. The food isn't bad though. If it's one thing, those people know how to cook even if it's just bread and water. I must rest up as tomorrow they are leading me to this unscrupulous place called a Mall to be a personal purse hanger. I doubt my arms will have the strength to lift the charcoal tomorrow. I'll catch up in a couple of days.
Armitage"Rughugger"Man
Octember 143rd, Year of the Targ.
