Day One : I'm not sure where this place is...but that doesn't matter! All that matters that my team is safe! I'm sure they are!
Day Two: I tried coming in contact with Oswald but no answer...I'll try Dominic....none...I'm sure Selena will, she's always the one to pick up....no?..What about that other one...um...Pagan?...She's...ok...but I'll try her....
Day Three: no one is here...this is the deadworld...i feel so alone...i miss them so much..i..i...*sigh*...whatever...i hope whoever is picking this up on the radio wave is happy...
Day Four: If that person can hear me , please show me a sign..i haven't slept in four days , and have not stopped walking since...please help...
Day Five: Life's a fucking bitch. Why did this even happen? I stuck my neck out for that fucking asshole and bit the dust...*silence*....*whimper*....i can't keep doing this...but i can't even die...
Day Six: . . .. . . . . . ..windmill , widmill......for the land....come togther....hand in hand...take it all in on your stride....
Day Seven: I've been working out. *pant* trying to take my mind off of the engulfing loneliness of this shithole...I can only hope for the best..
(to be cont.)