The Jamaaliday Wish

Getting fired isn't fun...

Especially on Christmas Day.

My name's Neptune, or well, that's what they used to call me, as a nickname. Since I first got in this mess, I knew what was coming, and I told those morons to start calling me Daniel again. I don't need to work at a delivery service and same for them.

Around "tis season" there's a high demand for deer in certain jobs, as tradition. Don't ask me how those traditions started initially anyway; they were't fun and they still aren't.

Once again, I struggle to open my home's door with a hoof. Everything feels so much tougher for herbivores in Jamaa. There's competition for everything and anything... Even the little things really start to bother me after a while.

i'm just tired of everything. It's hard to get gems, it's hard to get food... It's hard to get friends.

I wish I had a friend.

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊
I sat quietly in the living room, with the TV muted. I watched the subtitles glide around at the bottom of the screen, sighing and blinking slowly as reports of all kinds of crimes and such were discussed... I was so tired, all the information just felt like nonsense.

It was the weekend and there was nothing important to do. I turned on my jamstation 3 and began to play some old games of mine. It felt like I'd done pretty much everything in them and I had to friends to laugh at all the interesting and entertaining parts of my virtual adventures.

Should I care about this situation, though? I've got no job and I've gotta pay for electricity. Can't play games without power.

Every minute I play I can't stop thinking about this crap. I save my progress and shut down the console... With a sigh, I leap off the couch and unplug the TV, and everything else... I turn off each light switch, even turn down the AC as low as it can go...

If I'm lucky, the electric bill will only be a couple hundred gems if I don't use as much. Why even leave it plugged in if I'm just gonna go outside?

That's right. Outside.

I'm going outside to do things for the first time in ages! I'm poor and I've got nothing to live for, nothing to lose...

The thoughts in my head reminded me of a catchy tune I used to love. I never thought i'd relate to it until now, honestly... I begin to whistle the melody, with the words flowing through my mind.

Oh I've spent a month in my coat

I've got nothin' else

I'm poor, I ain't got nothin' to live for

So I live my life free

...

Oh I've spent a month in the streets

I live nooo where else

I'm poor, I ain't got no one to live for

So I live without worry

...

Oh I've seen others beg, how they beg...

How they wish to be free like me.

They want money.

Fame and all o' that

But i tell em

Just keep bein' carefree!

...

Cause I've got nothin' else!

Nothin' else!

Nowhere else!

No one else and i'm free!