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Day 1:
I know I wrote “Day 1,” but it isn’t my first day down here. I kinda lost count, but I’ll start at 1. Just realized I had this book in my inventory from the guard I killed. Figured I’d use it to keep track of the days, everything kinda blends together down here.
I have a pretty full inventory of guard gear, wind charges I used to clutch, a good amount of food, and blocks I can’t place for some reason. I don’t know how long I’ll be down here and I haven’t found a source of food, so I’ve been rationing it. I haven’t seen a single player so far, and I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
It would be nice to get out of my emotions. I’m having a LOT of them right now and not the good ones. To that end, I’m going to write a little letter to Spoke in case he ever comes back for me and finds this next to my corpse. Somehow I doubt he will.
Dear Spoke, fuck you bro. I could’ve helped you. I’m constantly fucking trying to help you, and this is what you do to me??? You’re just as bad as Ash, since I know you’re insecure about that. You betrayed me over and over again, you might even be worse than him. I thought we were friends. I thought someday we might be more than friends. But you don’t care about any of that, do you?
Fuck, I’m glad you’re never gonna read this, Spoke.