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I know you dicks are reading this, so let me get to the point. I am starting to severely dislike potatoes. With a bloody passion. Also, I want my purple ink pen back.

I hand heated the water for my own bath today. That was after I carried buckets of water from the well to the stove. And I peeled potatoes and carrots for a stew. I should probably go find more vegetables tomorrow. I heard there's a garden. And I'm stuck wearing a skirt. The first thing I'm doing tomorrow morning is making me some pants.

I think my grandfather had a computer like this. It's not even running on DOS. I don't know what this is. Whatever it is, it's old. I'm honestly surprised it runs, but it also wouldn't surprise me if I took it apart to find some high powered modem inside, so that they can record our journal entries real time. Did the others get a computer too? It seems to be the only thing that doesn't quite fit in this house.

First day in the new "living" arrangements and I have learned Morse code and foiled the clothing requirements, among other things*. Assholes.

*Met more people. ... Mm.

Mood: 

Confused

the computer, along with everything else in the house, is in need of a massive upgrade. I don't even know how they got it to work, it's so old.

Why no, I have absolutely no interest in wearing period clothing and traipsing around a barn with horses like a fucking pansy. Whyever do you fucking ask?

In lieu of any authority figures, these people are fucking morons. Suspect this is why house actually burned down.

Or maybe scientists are bored of their crap. Can't blame them.

Hand-written Journal Entry

Mood: 

Pissed Off

this is bullshit.

Ha. I did find the one thing you did leave me assholes. No clothes but I got a pretty pretty book. Thanks. Cocks. You fuckers think your real funny. Put me in here with that stupid freek. I showed her. Kicked her ass good. Your gunna put me in here with THAT, yeah I'm gunna make her life fucking misrabel.

Oh, and the bullshit with the fucking writing on me? No thank you. I still cant get it off. My neck hurts, my back hurts, all of it hurts thanks to that little stunt. Appreciate it pal. Fuck you all. Fuck Blair Fuck D Fuck Zany Fuck F Y and YOU. Only about three people right now in this house worth a damn. Everyone else? Beter watch their fucking backs.

I know I'm suppose to be keeping a journal. I don't know how the scientists are suppose to keep track of whether or not I'm actually writing in it, but I don't really want to find out.

I got through the night, despite the dark. And the howling of whatever...wolves? God. I'm almost afraid to climb out of this tent now. What are we suppose to do to defend ourselves, should those things move closer every night? It terrifies me to even think about it.

breakfast: not much

Zania: Redheaded, foreign, most definitely some kind of nomad: accent's hard to place and she talks like she's roaming. Sensible. Ish.

*Proven practical. Hallefuckinglujah.

Too much goddamn drama. Buncha crazy crackers, only a few of them really worth anything. These scientists really expect us to survive on chocolate bunnies and hard boiled eggs? I know I'm a big ol' boy, but shit. Some shit gotta change soon, or these people gonna be all over each other. Already had one of them white chicks- one of the ones that i woke up to naked this morning- come into camp lookin' like she'd been in a fight, and the longer we're out here, the more it's gonna happen.

Matt: British, fond of the lake, odd. Making no certain judgments as yet, but instincts suggest he's lying. About the lake. For whatever reason. ???

I think the worst part was hearing it from Lina. I like Lina. Hell, seeing her face when I spoke up was one of the funniest things I've seen in a while. But her telling me that Everett had been removed... I might've been able to take it from Dave. Or Kaori. Or the Scientists. Someone who's... I don't know. Removed from the situation. They're a separate category. Lina's... not, somehow. Maybe I just haven't talked with her enough, or maybe because she took over from Everett. I'm not sure.

Note to self: Stay away from Unpleasant Blind Asian Chick. And maybe learn her name.*

*Hannah

you people are evil and i hate you all. just kill me and get it over with already. sick fucks.

Mood: 

Broken

‘Early one morning just as the sun was rising’... It’s gone, it’s all gone. Everything. Burnt down, so much ash and dust everywhere. They didn’t help – they didn’t lift a finger. People could have died and they didn’t help us. But they knew, and they’ve been here – they left this. The experiment continues...