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The I.T.C.F, Inter-Dimensional Threat Containment Facility. Home to anything deemed too dangerous to simply be running amuck. Or at least according to The Directive, the...things in charge of this place. Nobody here seems to know what they are, it would seem that’s for the best sometimes.
My name is Jeremy Heere, and I’m one of the people living in this place, honestly not too bad a place to live. Definitely interesting. I’ve decided to start keeping a diary seeing as I’m gonna be stuck here for well...eternity.
Another strange thing about this place, nobody seems to have ever died here. Creatures have been here centuries as far as I can tell. Though I don’t really talk much with those outside my cell, they have their own problems, after all, can’t be bothered with us. Speaking of, I should probably explain who “us” is.
There’s Michael Mell, by best friend and professional hacker in the year 2457, well, former professional hacker, you can’t really do that sort of thing in this place. But either way, Michael’s the best! Loyal, kind, funny, Cute, and also a total nerd. We like to play a video game called Apocalypse Of The Damned together!
Then there’s Christine, who’s original species even she doesn’t know, at the moment, she’s in the body of a cat (Felis catus) and is being held here in order to reinsure that she “never follows in her parent’s footsteps” none of us know what the fuck her parents did, me and Michael think maybe they were the leaders of the alien mafia or something, but it’s unlikely we’ll ever really know.
Outside of all that, Christine’s super friendly and kind, and a bit nerdy in her own way, she really likes theater! If she wasn’t here, I bet you she’d be a famous actress!
Last of all there’s me, I was accused of being a witch during a certain event you probably know of, unless of course you come from sometime before that, but you’ll probably figure it out eventually. Anyways, I was accused of witchcraft and probably would have been burned alive or worse if I hadn’t ended up here. So, all’s well that ends well I guess.
I gotta go now, Michael says I need to try something called a Dum Dum and that it is imperative I try it right this second.
Sincerely,
Jeremiah Heere