|
[19 May 2013|06:35pm] |
|
This has become increasingly tiresome. I cannot sleep over all of the noise and I grow weary of walking in circles. Is everyone experiencing this same frustration?
|
|
[19 May 2013|08:31pm] |
|
I think I just found my gauntlet from home in some parlor thing...
|
|
[19 May 2013|10:13pm] |
Ummm guys? I found a body, and a journal next to the body.
Dear Diary,
The House has changed, and I can find neither hide nor hair of anything. This is aggravating, but I must push forward.
Dear Diary,
I passed out from sheer exhaustion, but woke up in the same room that I awoke in yesterday. What is this madness? Now I am hungry. I must forget searching for my friends, and search for food.
Dear Diary,
I saw it! I saw the kitchen! But I passed out before I could reach it, and cruel fate has dragged me back to the room!
Dear Diary,
If there is a god, then he is cruel, or she is a bitch.
Dear Diary,
I JUST WANTSOME FUCKMING FOOD IS THAT SO HARD TO ASK!!!!???
ddlsjdj sjkesjh,
Blleeehkjehdje*&*S*SAJAHSJHJHHHnmdcmnznmasb
Dear Diary,
This is it i can no~~~~~~
And the diary ends there.
I found the body like six feet away from the kitchen.
Is anyone going to get mad if I eat it?
ETA: THIS WAS A JOKE. THERE WAS NO DEAD BODY. DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK THAT I WOULD ASK PERMISSION TO EAT ONE, IF THERE WAS ONE? NO, THAT IS JUST STUPID!
|
| | |
