Day 10
It's been nearly two weeks since I send out my distress calls, without a internship we're still adrift on this godforsaken ocean of unemployment.
I do what I can to keep moral high, I landed a design job a few days back but never heard from the lad again, I fear the sharks got to him.
Day 11
Samuel Andwich died, the sharkbite on his crust infected, Poseidon be cursed for sending us adrift in this god forsaken region, I have not spotted a job in nigh a forthnight now.
Hunger gnaws on our insides and with patience wearing thin this barge reeks of mutiny.
Day 12
Unspeakable horror, may the lord forgive us for I cannot.
We finally succumbed to the terrible hunger consuming us all, late last night under this blighted moon we feasted on the body of that unfortunate wretch Samual Andwich.
I am starting to lose hope for redemption and employment, I can only hope our foul and despicable feast will not affect my chances of finding ourselfs a internship.
What horrors lie ahead I cannot tell but I rue the day we set foot on that acursed island, that city, that cyclopean horror was not not meant for man's eyes.
Pray for employment soon before insanity consumes us all.
It's been nearly two weeks since I send out my distress calls, without a internship we're still adrift on this godforsaken ocean of unemployment.
I do what I can to keep moral high, I landed a design job a few days back but never heard from the lad again, I fear the sharks got to him.
Day 11
Samuel Andwich died, the sharkbite on his crust infected, Poseidon be cursed for sending us adrift in this god forsaken region, I have not spotted a job in nigh a forthnight now.
Hunger gnaws on our insides and with patience wearing thin this barge reeks of mutiny.
Day 12
Unspeakable horror, may the lord forgive us for I cannot.
We finally succumbed to the terrible hunger consuming us all, late last night under this blighted moon we feasted on the body of that unfortunate wretch Samual Andwich.
I am starting to lose hope for redemption and employment, I can only hope our foul and despicable feast will not affect my chances of finding ourselfs a internship.
What horrors lie ahead I cannot tell but I rue the day we set foot on that acursed island, that city, that cyclopean horror was not not meant for man's eyes.
Pray for employment soon before insanity consumes us all.
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alohra:
Oh, no, not married yet. We're just engaged. The people at the hotel just assumed that we were married. I thought it was cute, so I didn't correct them. The tiger thing was INCREDIBLY sad. They were all drugged out and harnessed and flopping around.
nightmares:
