The first Tamagotchi (EVER!)

6/19/23 - 6/26/23

Her name...was Gwuh. Gwuh Nicotine, to be precise. He was my first child, at least of the tamagotchi species. He was 6 when he died. Due to sickness, he was never able to reach adulthood. Her spirit will live on through my future children.

Tamagotchi 2: Electric Boogaloo

6/26/23 - 7/18/23

Second try at fatherhood, name of Slugmaster Tobacco Leprosy. He was 21 when he passed away. I never gave him his first alchoholic drink, but at least he died knowing he could get shitfaced in the afterlife. I miss him every day.

Army of Darkness

7/18/23 - 8/11/23

The third tamagotchi. Wiggler #7 Codeine. It was a good kid. Respected by family and friends. He grew to be 19 years old. (Ignore how the timeline works. i was away for a couple days and it had to be put in stasis). I loved him. I still do. I miss you, Wiggler #7.

Tamagotchi 4: This is getting old

8/14/23 - 8/16/23

Mayoi Nase. Mayoi, my beautiful daughter. Taken so soon. At 3 years old, a mysterious sickness took her life just before she was supposed to evolve. The world is so unfair.

Tamagotchi 5: School living

8/16/23 - 9/11/23

My sweet child, name of Ghostbuster Tori was my longest living tamagotchi. His death, at 25 years old, devastated us all. He was the hardest to take care of, since I am a single parent managing both a child and school. Despite this, I loved him all the same. Nothing could get between us. Until that fateful day (today, as of writing this) where I left him in my bedroom to go write about some Colombian singer. His death was a mystery. It could have been sickness, it could have been starvation, or it could have been... Murder. From this day on, I will vow to find the sick individual who caused my poor baby boy to cease living. Even if it's you, the reader. Even if it's my own neglect.