The Dump Logs

It's been a long time since I've seen a new journal. [...] Hello? Who's out there?

I've finished exploring the infirmary. It's in a state of complete disarray but it is salvageable. I suppose that's something. If anyone is interested in helping to clean it up I won't hold my breath that'd be appreciated.

I sincerely hope this place is more Tarzan and less Lord of the Flies.

I'm gonna need some drunk karaoke up in this bitch. Stat. Followed by a game of whoever vomits first loses.

"The jungle looked back at them with a vastness, a breathing moss-and-leaf silence, with a billion diamond and emerald insect eyes."

- Ray Bradbury

I think I prefer the concrete jungle.

Marlene, your son needs a fucking harness.

seriously? another one of these places?




this is getting so old.

The most important question that can be asked when whisked off to a strange island is:

Which way to the whisky?

I saw a bathtub earlier. That isn't usually a common sight in the forest, but it makes sense. It even offers a bit of insight into this place's past. But does anyone have a theory on how the toilets came to be inside the trees? That's more than a bit unusual, isn't it?

Um.

Hello?

I'd rather have fingers than toes.
I'd rather have ears than a nose.
And as for my hair,
I'm glad it's all there,
I'll be awfully sad, when it goes.

[...]

I'm a dead man.

Say I just stepped through a portal holding my wife's hand and got to the other side without her.
Say the portal disappeared behind me without a by-your-leave.
And say I used to have a journal in my pocket that is now gone, but I just happened to find a different, brand new journal with my name on it in the mud.

Say all that happened, yeah?

I'm in a different village and Lily's stuck in the old one, isn't she?

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