Ridgeway Resort - Network Comm

This is...definitely not fun. At least not yet. It has the potential to b

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So, my brain is about where a lot of others' is right now. Except, you know, just on you

Um. Why is this so difficult? Are you effected by it? Or not?

Do you want to c

What the heck is a "safety dance"?

Some guy that I was driving around the golf course did his "safety dance" each time before he hit the ball. He sang this stupid song too where he spelled out "safety" and just looked stupid.

We should have a concert... why can't that Petersen-boss-man bring like, Justin Bieber or Hannah Montana to the resort? Someone cool, not all these weirdos.

Also, to whom it may concern:

I'm sorry about hitting your stuff with my golf cart. I know I was going too fast, but your stuff shouldn't have been in the middle of the pathway.

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This place better be worth the money I'm paying to be here.

Any of you have any want to make my stay any better?

Things are awful quiet around here now. Not that I'm complaining or anything.

All I can think is 'calm before the storm' though.

I actually just lied. Flat out.

Which, you know, is a weird thing to be excited about, and would totally be abhorrent anywhere but here, but I did. A guest asked me an uncomfortable question and I just...lied my way out of it.

I think the truth crap is almost over. Maybe. Hopefully.

Make it stop, Peterson. You've had your sick fun for long enough. You're scaring my sister, and frankly I want to disembowel you for it. You're a psychotic power tripping asshole who needs to slowly die in a fire.

I'm scared.

There I said it!

I'm twelve years old, in a place that I don't even recognize with a bunch of crazy people and the one person on this planet who I trust the most is no where to be found!

I'm scared out of my mind. I lived through the zombie apocalypse and even that seems like a walk in the park compared to this crap! I want to go home to Z-Land to be with my sister, and I want to go back to the way things were.

Are you happy now?! Is that the kind of honesty you wanted? Because I have more if you want more. I can give you an entire list of truths but it won't change a freakin' thing.

I'm tired of not being able to keep my life-story in every time someone asks me a simple question. It's hard enough living it once, but reliving it every single time someone asks me 'how my day is?'

Petersen, you ass, make this stop.

Someone just bumped their heads and said it hurt like hell. I told them they didn't know what hell was and then told them every single thing that happened to me there.

Peterson. You die for this. There is a reason I have kept this to myself for four years and I am going to strip the flesh from your bones for forcing this on me.

One of the guests, in what I think was meant to be an altruistic gesture, bought me a copy of the next two games in the franchise that I'm from.

I'm not in them, but my brother and Leon are. Part of me kind of wants to try them. But the rest of me knows better. At least better than to do it alone.

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( And I found...I don't even know what this is. )

Really. Don't even know. But it's hilarious.

What surprises me the most is that even after all that zombie BS, some of the guests that were here before STILL STAYED.

They called it 'part of the experience.'

No, it was not part of the experience, people. It was us risking our lives to keep you from being, you know, dead? Thanks for noticing, all the same.

Idiots.

I can't say that I'm entirely pleased with this situation. Typically it's I'm the guest at a resort. Of course, I have attended my fair share of fetish retreats, but nothing this.... bizarre and disturbing. Housing is quaint, and the buildings are a bit pathetic in their architecture, nothing in comparison to what I am used to. Then again, most don't have the option for luxury like I do. We can't all vacation in Aspen, and Nepal. Spend our days on the white sand beaches of Fiji and go to sleep in the hotels of Dubai.

I also refuse to slave over sweaty, ungrateful guests who believe that I am some sort sideshow attraction.

Regardless, I suppose an introduction is necessary. My name is Emma. Emma Grace Frost, Chairperson of the Board and Chief Executive of Frost International, Chairman of the Board of Trustees & headmistress of The Massachusetts Academy. As you can tell just by my title, I am very busy woman and thus, don't have time for this.

After all of that, working seems even more asinine than it did before.

And that's definitely saying something, since working in a grocery store always felt pretty asinine.

Kidnapping? How very original, truly. If this is your idea of some kind of grand scheme, it is certainly lacking in depth, Mr. Petersen. I'm sure you are well aware, but I feel it is my duty to inform you. Should Captain Reynolds discover your location, I guarantee you will beg for us to leave your resort as quickly as possible.

As for everyone else reading this, ni hao, I am Inara Serra. I suppose I shall be joining you in this place for whatever amount of time it takes for this child to tire of his ant farm.

I'm glad that's over.

But part of me is worried that it's not. I feel like I could sleep for a month. Or drink for a month. Whichever.

Okay, so I'm going to be doing clean up... If there was anyone you guys knew that you saw reanimated... Uh I'm laying them out in the field behind the grocery store, in front of the maintenance shed, if you want to come pay your respects and identify them, let me know. I plan on clearing a place for them to be put to rest, I have a bout a hundred caskets made already.


But if anyone wants to help... I'd appreciate it

I'm tired of this. I think I'm going to be washing my mouth out for weeks as it is. I really should have learned not to bite dead things after the first bite.. but it's my best defense when I'm a wolf.

Anyone else for holding up in one of the cabins for a while.. I think any more guests that are stupid enough to be out, should take what's coming to them.