Journals

Day 1080: I found a copy of episode 1 to while away the long hours in this tent

Four Hours Later: In retrospect I should've bought a book with me

Day 1069: Bludgeoned Oates over the head after the bastard tried to desert us. Fried him up this morning with one of Edgars buttocks I'd saved in my backpack. I think I'll have a chat to Wilson and Bowers tomorrow, lunch is on one of them, literally.
Good times.

Day 1065: We have now been without food for 2 weeks, Oates seems to be succumbing to the cold, I've wrapped him up best but I think it may be the end, his scurvy and hypothermia have led to internal haemoragging for which there is no known cure.
So very cold.

Wow I havent been here in a while

Feeling fat and sassy,
far from classy.
Up above, in my molecules.
From my hair, to my folicles.

Irony is not something you do to your clothes