Dear Diary,
Today it seems I am back in the room. But I think that today, I will feel brave enough to explore. As always, there's a deep hole on my right side and a rope going straight up on my left. At least, I think it's right and left. Maybe it's left and right? What about up and down? Well whatever, I guess it doesn't matter.
I check the walls as always. Of course, they're still made of the weird plastic stuff. The same as every day, I look for my hole. It's just big enough to fit my gum. I take another piece, and plop it in my mouth. For some reason, it always seems to last a long time. I put the rest of the gum in my pocket, like always. I still wonder how I wind up in here, as I can never find a door.
I walk over to the hole in the ground. Whevever I mention it to my friends, they look at me in a weird way. The same thing with the rope. They seem to act as if it's not even there! Though sometimes, it feels to me that they're not there either. But when my friends come, it seems they magically come back.
I think about exploring again, and I'm starting to like the idea. It would be nice to see what else there is besides this room. Maybe one of my friends live somewhere around here? If so, I bet they'll be glad to see my again. But now, I wonder what I should do...
Being curious, I look down the hole. It seems it's too deep to see the bottom. I think I could probably use the rope to get down, but then I might not be able to head up. And what if my friends live up there? When they come to visit, how will they get back?! I don't think I should use it.
I think about jumping, but it doesn't seem too much like a good idea. I have no clue how deep it is, and I'd rather not get hurt. But if I need to, maybe I'd get lucky. I continue to wonder what to do...
I consider grabbing some fruit, and decide it might be a good idea. Though when I try climbing one of the fruity trees, I find they're too tall. I wish I was stronger, or maybe even taller. The fruits look so delicious.
I look around for a weapon, though I don't know why I'd need one. I don't think my friends would want me to bring a weapon into their house. It doesn't matter though, since the closest thing I can find to a weapon is a long stick.
I head north, or maybe right, and try to leave a trail by stomping down the grass. It slightly works, but it's not that recognisable. After walking quite a bit, I reach another crossroad. This time there's two paths, one right and left. Though there's also a small cabin in the center of the clearing.
I try hiding behind a bush. For some reason, I just felt the urge. I'm dissapointed that nothing happens. Instead, I go to check out the cabin. It's made of wood and doesn't look very safe. The door is wide open, and there are no windows in sight. Behind the back is another door, but this one is tightly shut.[/center]
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