Uh, hey guys. It's been a month, just under two. I don't know where the hell I was, but It was Pretty fucking terrible. This "black" stuff? It's like oil, but sometimes it moves. Like they're all alive.
I got back home yesterday afternoon, mum was worried sick. I had to lie and claim that I couldn't remember what hapPENed. BeSt not TO touch upon all that. This oil is fuCking nasty. Poke it, and it screecHes And wRithes. It's even tried to shApe itself into...something. Last one was like a hand. I wasn't alone in that plaCe, I know I wasn'T. Paul, whERe the fuck are you? Did you reincarnate again or Something? Am I the most recent person you Fucked over? I have so many quesTions. I wish EveRything was over. That tHis Experience was Something That cOuld be put behind me. But apparently not. I wish I had the chance to live a normal life again. |
UsersJames Records of Survival
August 2016
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