Diary:
May 9, 1998: Played poker tonight with Scott and Alias from Security, and Steve from Research. Steve was the big winner, but I think he was cheating. Scumbag.
May 10, 1998: One of the higher-ups assigned me to take care of a new experiment. It looks like a skinned gorilla. Feeding instructions were to give it live animals. When I threw in a pig, the creature seemed to play with it, tearing off the pig's legs and pulling out the guts before it actually started eating.
May 11, 1998: At around 5 A.M., Scott woke me up. Scared the living shit out of me, too. He was wearing a protective garment that looked like a space suit. He handed me another one and told me to put it on. Said there'd been an accident in the basement lab. I just knew something like this would happen. Those assholes in Research never rest, even at night.
May 12, 1998: I've been wearing the damn space suit since yesterday. My skin's getting grimy and feels itchy all over. The goddamn dogs have been looking at me funny, so I decided not to feed them today. Screw 'em.
May 13, 1998: Went to the Infirmary because my back is all swollen and feels itchy. They put a big bandage on it and told me I didn't have to wear the suit anymore. All I wanna do is sleep.
May 14, 1998: Found another blister on my foot this morning. I ended up dragging my foot all the way to the dogs' pen. They were quiet all day, which was weird. Then I realized some of them had escaped. If anybody finds out, I'll have my head handed to me.
May 15, 1998: My frist day off in a long time and I feel like shit. Decided to go visit Nancy anyway, but when I tried to leave the estate, I was stopped by the guards. They said the company's ordered that no one leave the grounds. I can't even make a phone call – all the phones have been ripped out! What kind of bullshit is this?!
May 16, 1998: Rumor's going around that a researcher who tried to escape the estate last night was shot. My entire body feels hot and itchy and I'm sweating all the time now. I scratched the swelling on my arm and a piece of rotten flesh just dropped off. Wasn't until I realized the smell was making me hungry that I got violently sick.
May 19. Fever gone but itchy. Hungry and eat doggie food. Itchy itchy Scott came ugly face so killed him. Tasty.
4 // Itchy. Tasty.







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Well, you talk about spelling mistakes.... and I must say, I'm a bit confused... As of what I know, I don't make that many spelling mistakes, and some of what you may call mistakes, are merely style. But if I did make many spelling mistakes, and it is possible that I did, I am only human, I'd like to know where.
Although I must say, if it's in the journal entries, well, I already know, I don't always correct my journal entries, but the rest "should" contain very few mistakes...
Anyways, talk to ya later, and if there are mistakes, thanks for finding them and letting me know
(but just for the record, you shouldn't criticize spelling mistakes when you write speeling instead of spelling
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