My name is Gus Hartwell Polar Bear and this is my confession.....
As you all know, if you are reading this, I am dead. It will be reported that I was "put down" by the vet staff (or as I would call them, my captors), but that is untrue. The truth is....the truth is that I did it. There was no more I could take. The torture, the captivity, the gawking.
I started my life in captivity in Toledo, Ohio (a lovely little hell hole of what you people call a "zoo"). From there I was sold to the highest bidder to be a puppet. I was unloaded in the dead of night after a drugging and prodding to "inspect me". Had those vets put those needles down I would have torn them limb from limb. I was placed in a white room with bright lights and was violated in ways that would make you sick. They played with my junk, my ass, and my mouth. Sick. Just sick people. This occur regularly for the next 27 years.
I was given not one, but two arranged marriages. Let me tell you, those were two of the most disgusting polar hags to have ever graced the earth. But I had no choice....I was kept in a "habitat" with them both encouraged to procreate. Spectators would watch, hoping to see my bang one of them. And I couldn't perform, they were both so gross. They even once...........they even once tried to hold me down....both of them. It was horrible. It was looked at as "playing", it was not play...it was torture.
Did you see my pen....my slave pen? It was designed to be like the arctic.......there was no ice. It resembled Africa more than an ice laden land of seals (what I wouldn't give to get into that sea lion pen and eat every single one of those little fuckers). I had a cold bit of water to cool off, but it was terrible. I often wanted to drown myself in front of a flock of school children. The only thing that kept me going....revenge. The thought that someone would slip up or jump the wall to come pet me so I could rip off their limbs. Be so much tastier than than 3 day old salmon. I hate salmon.
So one day I stopped eating. My own hunger strike. My revolt against my life of slavery. Just know that if you loved me, I hated you. You terrible, terrible humans.
Gus Out.
As you all know, if you are reading this, I am dead. It will be reported that I was "put down" by the vet staff (or as I would call them, my captors), but that is untrue. The truth is....the truth is that I did it. There was no more I could take. The torture, the captivity, the gawking.
I started my life in captivity in Toledo, Ohio (a lovely little hell hole of what you people call a "zoo"). From there I was sold to the highest bidder to be a puppet. I was unloaded in the dead of night after a drugging and prodding to "inspect me". Had those vets put those needles down I would have torn them limb from limb. I was placed in a white room with bright lights and was violated in ways that would make you sick. They played with my junk, my ass, and my mouth. Sick. Just sick people. This occur regularly for the next 27 years.
I was given not one, but two arranged marriages. Let me tell you, those were two of the most disgusting polar hags to have ever graced the earth. But I had no choice....I was kept in a "habitat" with them both encouraged to procreate. Spectators would watch, hoping to see my bang one of them. And I couldn't perform, they were both so gross. They even once...........they even once tried to hold me down....both of them. It was horrible. It was looked at as "playing", it was not play...it was torture.
Did you see my pen....my slave pen? It was designed to be like the arctic.......there was no ice. It resembled Africa more than an ice laden land of seals (what I wouldn't give to get into that sea lion pen and eat every single one of those little fuckers). I had a cold bit of water to cool off, but it was terrible. I often wanted to drown myself in front of a flock of school children. The only thing that kept me going....revenge. The thought that someone would slip up or jump the wall to come pet me so I could rip off their limbs. Be so much tastier than than 3 day old salmon. I hate salmon.
So one day I stopped eating. My own hunger strike. My revolt against my life of slavery. Just know that if you loved me, I hated you. You terrible, terrible humans.
Gus Out.
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