Day Entry 2, 5:28 P.M.?
Bah, attempting to count this journey in days is a pretty worthless effort if I say so myself. But anyways, second entry, and by the hells has this day been surprising. It started when I led the group I found through the dessicated bathroom and into a diner containing that Hungry Pumpkin bloke, you know, from the educational game. We managed to feed that fat sack polygons and get him to leave, leaving us with a viable source of food (oh, and the faceless ninja who constantly kept drunk also found some sushi as well, props to him), but also with one less stable leader. Hugo was apparently bit by werewolves back at the room where the group was ambushed by them, and seems to have become a lycan in the process. I've fled from the scene, and am once again alone as I leave the party to react to the situation themselves. By Christ, if they don't want to shank me when I meet up with them, if I meet up with them, I'd be thankful, but for now I might have shot myself in the foot.
Oh, if any of you blokes from back there are reading this and have pried it from my slimy, traitorous fingers, know that I sincerely apologize for my course of action. Evidently, if you were the one that murdered me, I stand by my opinion that you in fact overreacted to the situation.
-Propman
He had finished scribbling another entry into the sketchbook. He sighed, the draft within the room being the only audible noise. The atmosphere of this room, though dark, was the most familiar to him going by background, and he felt at ease, even knowing that he was probably surrounded by danger. Propman wondered if this ordeal was engineered in order to force him to become a more pious man, and quickly shook his head at the thought.
"... ... ..."
The young man attempted to say something witty and ironic pertaining to his situation, but could muster nothing out of his mouth.