Autumn, 4: Dear Fellas. I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was a kid, but now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole board got me into this halfway house called the Brewer, and a job bagging groceries at the Food-Way. It's hard work. I try to keep up, but my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the store manager likes me very much. Sometimes after work I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might just show up and say hello. But he never does. I hope wherever he is, he's doing okay and making new friends. I have trouble sleeping at night. I have -- bad dreams, like I'm falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Food-Way, so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense anymore. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me.
16 May 16 UTC
Autumn, 4: It was nice knowing you, buddy.
17 May 16 UTC
Spring, 5: Well done on Rome's part, I am envious
17 May 16 UTC
Autumn, 5: Gracci
20 May 16 UTC
Spring, 7: And I'm still alive, I greet you Rome xD
20 May 16 UTC
Spring, 7: Good game!
20 May 16 UTC
Spring, 7: GG guys, I'm probably dead. Unless one of you wants to form an alliance ;)
21 May 16 UTC
Spring, 7: Rome is about to win ma dude
21 May 16 UTC
GG was fun, bummed out that I missed that one turn phase
21 May 16 UTC
Lol, his name is Deckard Cain. I just noticed that. XD
- Autumn, 7, Finished