in the mouth of madness…
i propped late duncan’s corpse upon a pillar, mossy black with octopus’ poison - i then prayed for a few moments but a sense of duty then reminded me that death is but a part of life, and the demise of duncan proves to be…
i suddenly awoke before my moment of lucidity had fully hit me - why was i reliving duncan’s death within a dream? an omen to be sure - be wary of constrictors…
last night, i spied throughout all the forbidden parts of the event’s site, while in gaseous form, and i discovered that the organizer of the games conspires against our team… when i met up with my compatriots, i told them what i found, and then we all searched the remaining area together, but unfortunately what we found was our new archer’s cousin, who had been transformed into a zombie filled with worms…
and then the beast we battled… i must say i feel most lucky to be writing in this journal once again… as fate would have it, i was facing a creature with a maw tremendous and, of course, some tentacles… my dream had tried to warn me, yet i charged (since duncan had tried to escape the octopus’ grasp, i’d welcome this)… the creature seemed impervious to my hard-stunning fists… when i was swallowed by the beast, i knew i had one chance to keep my worldly life, and so i used my trusty sai to cut my way out of that creature’s gut…
and so that pretty much took care of yet another beast as far as i could tell…