July 25th, 2015
It’s been
nearly a month, supplies are running low and the guards ignore our pleas for
help.
July 26th, 2015
I grabbed a
guard by his leg as his passed by my cell. “Please, it’s been a month, give us
something, anything!” I begged.
“We gave
you SIX games, filthy peasant”, he looked down on me with disgust, his frown so
imposing it almost seemed like…yes, he had two frowns! He was double-frowning
at me!
The face of rage
“B-but,
they were all indies a-and—“
“What about
Ground Zeroes?” his glare reflected the fury of a thousand MGS fanboys.
“B-but it’s
so short a-a-and I already had it
a-and—“
His boot
stomped on my head until I passed out.
All hail the great Snek
July 27th,
2015
The riotous
yelling woke me up today. They finally announced the games for August!
I’ll try to
find out what I can.
July 28th,
2015
Last night
I tried telling the guard I had already beaten Limbo countless times already,
that I didn’t need to own it again for PS4. He burst into laughter and said “you
don’t really own it anyways!” Oh but that was it, I was pissed now. “And what
is this bullshit? God of War Ascension? I already got the platinum ages ago! I
have the physical copy, try to take that away from me, you asshole!” The last thing I remember after throwing my copy of the
game at him I being stomped on the head again. I guess I’ll go mull on Temple
of Osiris until next month…
July 29th,
2015
Beat Limbo
again. Dignity running low.
Send help.
August 16th,
2015
Last Thursday
the rounded us up in the prison yard. They had set up gallows. Three prisoners
were there, they had gags and blindfolds. The tension was palpable and the
cloudy sky didn’t seem like a good omen. Slowly, they carried three prisoners
unto the gallows. Finally, the warden
stepped up and made an announcement. “You will be able to pick one PS4 game for
the next monthly line-up. The other two will be offered at a discount. Your
choices are Grow Home, Armello, and Zombie Vikings. You have four days. That is
all.” He fixed his hair and stepped down. That’s when I noticed each of the
three prisoners had a sign hanging from their neck with the name of one of the
games.
A heavy
silence enveloped the yard. No one spoke. Then someone yelled “Grow Home!” Soon
everyone was yelling “Grow Home! Grow Home! Grow Home!”Some of us tried to
fight back. “Armellooooooo” I tried
to shout, but I was too weak. I saw some people with Zombie Vikings t-shirts
drowning in a puddle as other prisoners stood on the backs, jumping, shouting “Grow
Home! Grow Home!” Soon enough, the Armello supporters broke out their shivs,
but they were vastly outnumbered. The fight ended by Monday. It was a massacre.
For Armello!
The warden
stepped up again. “We have a winner!” he exclaimed, grinning with some food
stuck between his teeth “Grow Home it is.”
One of the prisoners
on the gallows managed to remove his gag “But we still get the discount, right?
Right?” His voice shook with despair.
“Yes, but
no one cares about small discounts.” He fixed his hair again. As soon as the
warden finished his sentence, the guards threw the Grow Home prisoners to the
yard and hanged the other two.
The Grow
Home supporters jumped all over the prisoner and tore the limbs from his body.
They started eating him, yelling “GROW HOOOOME” all the while, blood gushing
out of their mouths. I managed to survive by hiding among the corpses of the
fallen.
Those metallic hands are stained with blood.
August 24th,
2015
Paul lives
in the cell in front of me. Our cells are at the end of the wing. Next to Paul’s
cell lives Les, and next to mine lives Pedro. No one’s spoken since the voting.
Our cells reek of dry blood and shame.
They
announced the September line-up today.
“So…Grow
Home, huh?” I’m just trying to break the ice.
“Shut the
fuck up, man” snaps Paul.
“Geez,
sorry. Fine. Twisted Metal, huh? That looks good, right?” Switching the topic
is a good idea with Paul. I know how to get to Paul.
“Whatever,
the online servers are empty anyways” he mutters, his dead eyes staring at the
ceiling. I don’t know how to get to Paul.
“Leave him
be, man” says Les.
“Alguien ayúdeme, solamente tengo una Vita” Pedro sobs.
“We don’t
understand you, man, we told you.” Les throws him a copy of Mortal Kombat for
PS3 between the iron bars. “If this doesn’t help you, then I’m out of ideas.”
Pedro bursts loudly into tears now. The guards laugh. I’ll play some Twisted Metal to drown the sound.
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More Chronicles of Plus will be available as I write my journal here in this dirty cell. If you enjoyed reading about the tragic events that we must endure (you monster), please stay tuned for more, and feel free to leave a comment. Also, send help.
