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(The handwriting on this page seems be a bit more neat but has red ink which based on the DNA analysis is goat's blood, possibly used for ritualistic practices and incantations by various Witches.) The crones... They uh let me out. I'm not free to go but they let me outside of the box. That's something at least. Been sitting here in some huge tent, was handed a pen that looks to be made from a crow's talon embedded into a thick twig and some red ink to write. And this place isn't just filled with some old crones, Filled with all kinds of women from different walks of life, seems like, both young and old. Anthro, Alien, Elven, Orcs, human, et

(This page seems to have a bit more of an uneasy handwriting but still comprehensible.) Got kidnapped. Not the first time, probably won't be the last. Fucking Baba Yaga Gang. Got me locked up in a box and barely have enough light to see where I'm going. Barely have enough to see my writing. Thankfully found some lead to write with (or at least hope this is lead that I found in this... Blegh). Got a clear to go from the Street Docs, but as soon as we got out, not even a couple of steps down the sidewalk until Jazz took a bat to the back of the head and a sleep spell cast on me. ... Hope Jazz is okay. ... Can see *just* enough through the cr

Guide #6: Always check your food and water... We fucked up. Knew it was too good to be true that we happened upon those supplies like that. Turns out that the food was spiked with some type of drugs or something. Knew it tasted funny but was too hungry to even care. We blacked out and woke up to find out that we've been imprisoned in some kind of settlement built out of a Supermarket. See a few others here and they seem to have gotten tricked just like Albert and me. Eh, at least I won't die alone I guess. Head felt a bit woozy. Amazing that I can even write properly. Head feels like it got punched by a Giant Mutie. Felt a itch on the back o

(This torn off page seems to be drawn in crayon and is decorated with glitter and hearts. It was recently discovered in a Small Chest of Elvish design, along with many other notable items like a broken Green Gasmask with a Skull Design, a bottle of Elvish Wine, and a holo-cube. The Holo-cube is heavily encrypted so it'll be difficult to crack it, but it may have a goldmine of information yet to be discovered, so for now we'll have to put that aside) Dear Danny, Hey! I know ya don't like me going through your journal but I felt like since today's a special holiday, I wanted to write in it: I found some Chemistry puns online and I wanted to sh

Spacelog #10: Stardate 11E021417 joredn let me have a spesslog todey i gave him a valentnes day card dat the nannee bot helped me wit n joredn relly liket it spesslog is relly cool n joredn told me him an nannee bot will tech me how to spell rite wen he gets bak frum his job i m relly happee n i hope he brings bak moer musik

(This note was found folded in half in Danny's Journal) Shopping List: Case of Spam 2 loaves of Bread 2 bags of Potato Crisps (Salt and Vinegar for me and Original for Jazz) 5 Pistol Clips ( .45 ACP) 2 Boxes of Shotgun Shells (1 Box of Buckshot and the other, Slugs) 5 AR Magazines (5.56×45mm NATO) Carton of Cigarettes (Strawberry Flavor) Gun cleaning kit Canister of Pixie Dust Package of Giant's Toe 3 Bongs (Jazz needs to stop breaking so many of these...) Canister of Battery Acid Canister of Red Phosphorus Canister of Benz-Ul-It-Tyde (Benahyde? Benutuzyde? Ah fuck it...) 2 Bottles of Whiskey 4 Bottles of Rum Case of Beer 3 Bottles o

Guide #5: Keep calm and carry on. Sooo... It looks like that thief may have tricked us. Albert and I found out that she randomly drove from place to place, intentionally misleading us. She's smart, I'll give her that. She made a lot of tracks and disturbed many different abandoned places. Her trail went cold. Tension between Albert and I were increasing slowly but surely. Morale was low and we were getting tired of eating dogfood. And yet we carried on. We came upon a facility that didn't look like it was in too bad of shape. We stayed outside for an hour to make sure it was clear of any mutants or bandits. Nobody came in or out. It was

Satoko’s Scrolls: Age 16 Everyone was told by the Instructors to start practicing our fighting art skills with each other for a couple of months. Tom and I have been sparring nonstop, never holding back. He's suprisingly good and it made me think that he's actually a good listener and a fast learner and hides it with his goofy personality. I haven't even been able to beat him once. Seems like he's been taking a few queues from Instructor Chao. He decieves his opponents by making them think he's simple-minded and goofy, making them put their guard down. That's pretty smart... We had to put our sparring matches on hold though for we wer

Satoko's Scrolls: Age 16 Our training under Instructor Chao was shorter than we expected. He said that we were fast learners and that due to this, he taught us all that he knows. He taught us in the ways of not only fighting our enemies but to outsmart them and use their strength against them. Instructor Chao started growing on me in the short time that he was teaching us. While the other instructors were a bit more uptight and orderly, Chao seem's to treat his instructions as more of a fun game, much to the chagrin of the other instructors. Often times he joked around with us and pulled a few pranks on students and even on the instructors.