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Alone again, huh? Owen here.

I got this as a message today, and I'm not sure if you guys have seen this. I'm sending this message out to everyone, because well, yeah.

Raargh "Itchy Tasty" Muurgh is my name for the day. I've got a code. which is 4432. I don't know what it does. I think it's supposed to go to Pirate Corliss the Dagger. whoever that is.

How're you guys holding up?

Pms to Jesse, Brianna and Brett

Well, there's these computers with this messaging system on them and I figured I'd give it a try. I'm Owen. There aren't any names on these things, as far as I can tell. Uhm, Hello? I mean, is there anyone there? Please tell me I'm not alone.

Hi.

I'm not sure how this is going to work, and I'm not sure who's out there, but hi. I'm Jack. I'm guessing this is just those scientist guys fucking with us because this? This is not normal. Is there anyone there? I've gone around to each computer and written basically the same message. Well, every one but the centre one because hey, there's no message system on there. Bastards.

Anybody out there?

To bring you this breaking news.

I have the Benny Hill song stuck in my head and I can't get it out.

So. Did anyone else get freaky boxes filled with crap or was it just us? This is like those fucking masks all over again. As if that wasn't bad enough.

Bethany, I'm gunna try to get out to you today. Heads up.

Hey, are you alright? I was kinda distracted yesterday so I couldn't try to find you, and now I'm stuck. So. Are you alright?

Jeremy? Hey, are you out there? Maybe in another house? Answer me, mate. I can't find you here and I need to know if you're okay.

When are the crops ready to be harvested? I'll get up there and help. No sense in not eating. I don't know my way around animals either but I can handle a feed bin, I'd imagine. Just tell me what you need.

Y'know what's stupid?

In the beginning, I didn't even -want- to go home. I was too worried about what they'd think of me. And with Clarkson and that its just that I didn't want to go. And now? I'd give anything to be able to get out of here in one piece. I think about Maroochydore beach back at home and think about that stupid monument with the toilet blocks underneath and wonder why I didn't think I could go back there.

So. Where are you guys from? I-. It might be hard to talk about, or y'may hate me for asking but

Yeah.

I didn't think it'd be this scary.

I mean, I'm kinda numb. I haven't been dealing with things at all. I've even been avoiding my roommate, as much as that's been possible and I'm sorry. 'll have to apologise to him properly but I can't imagine what everyone's going through and now Janie? Gavin's gone and he's likely not to come back and that's just.

Not fair.

I can't imagine what I'd do if the people I knew disappeared and I've only known them for a while. I have to try to deal with this. And I know it's not just me cause that'd be selfish and that's not what I want to do.

What the fucking FUCK. So. I've been...awol. I get this mask.

This fucking mask. Thing's been sitting on my kitchen table and fucking staring at me. Who the fuck does that shit? Its pretty and all, but the message in the back? With the dead and the drowning? -Not- so nice.

Fuck.

On a side note, if anyone wants to be barricaded, I'm your man.

Holdering of the placingness

If anyone wants to meet at the bar tonight, the doors'll be open. There'll be beer and ideas. Anyone want to come talk about what happened yesterday?

I can't imagine what must be going on with you guys right now. But yesterday scared the shit out of me, and I wasn't even in those fucking experiments.

I can't do this shit. Not again and not alone. My hands fucking ache, the exercises aren't working and I can't do this alone.

So, I got that job at the video store. Dunno if this is a good or a bad thing. Maybe I should take up smoking so I can get those breaks and get out of the building every couple of hours.

Uh, Penny? If you want, I can swing by your shop today (If you're open) and go over that idea you had. And is anyone else going to his meet and greet thing today?

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I really need to get of my ass and get one of these job things to give me something to do. I'm going out of my MIND with boredom.

I wonder if there's a way to permanently prop my window open, aside from the bit of wood I've got stuck there.

So. I'm Jack, local carpenter (Along with Adam, but you'll have to talk to him about what work you want done, if any) and one of your resident bartenders. I'm a volunteer, so I'm among the few that actually wanted to move all the way out to bumfuck Russia.

If anyone needs repairs done, doors readjusted, stairs, railings, that sort of thing, give me a shout. My number's in the book. All structural work is done free as a part of the whole volunteer thing (and you or I don't have to pay for materials either, yay volunteer organisations), but specialty stuff like furniture'll cost.

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I thought I might be able to write in this thing without having memories completely crap all over my brain, but obviously not. Two finger typing is go! I'm not overly fond of journals. Don't know if I'll use this much. Maybe I'll have to train myself to.

So. Town. Not a bad place, all things considered. At least there's people. Clarkson's got space, which is good.

Yeah.