day 201: I have been able to survive 200 days in this box I have grown several limbs and a really cool beard that adds years to my face I used it as a skipping rope.
Day 203: I woke up this morning and my extra limbs seemed to have disappeared. I also found a giant egg in my box. I planned on eating it but it hatched and now I have a pet Chocobo.
Day 204: The box has finally been destroyed! Jubilation! But the box was inside an only slightly larger box. I have thus deduced that regardless of how many boxes I escape from there will be a bigger box on the outside, with boxes running into infinite.
Unrelated note: I have named myself The Holy Leader of Boxism.
day 205 this new box has allowed me to stand and walk as opposed to my usual crawling I tried to get up but my leg muscles are underused and weak I think I`l stick with crawling for now.
Day 207: Actually, I think it is because I am turning into a spider. I'm not for sure if that's really the case or not. Perhaps living in a box wasn't such a good idea after all.
Day 209: My incarceration within this box is drawing to a close. I have figured out that if I work backwards, then by the beginning (or end... I forget how time warping works...) of Day 0 I should be out of the box (and all the boxes on the outside)! It's so simple that an idiot in a talking box could think of it!
Day 213: The stickmen attacked me today. They came in great numbers, in the middle of hourly Boxism sermon. I was caught unawares, and they decimated my troops. Now i'm holed up in the corner, with nothing but some egg shells and a pile of toenail clippings to protect me. I do hope they don't torture prisoners.
Day 214
I decided to eat the egg shells and toenail clippings even though I needed them and the stickmen tortured me using chickens and an oddly placed pile of cow dung
Day 215: The eggshells came in handy when the food poisoning I got from them made me hurl all over the stickmen. My stomach acid dissolved them, but I'm still tied up.
Day 216: King Kong and Mecha-Super Ferret are fighting over my remains. They don't know however that I have been outside the box they are in for the entire time. I shall use this advantage well. The undissolved stickmen have yet to best me. I have also bitten through the ropes, using them for nutrition.
Unrelated note: The box I am in seems to project reality in 4D. I have added such an occurrence to The Boxism Charters. "And in each recurring box thou shalt find a new dimension, also reaching unto infinite." This is simply theory.
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