Sid's Log: 01/26
Preston Facility

I can still win this. I've come so far! If I'm caught here, my other farms are lost. Preston is lost. I cannot lose my farm in Preston. I won't lose my family again.

I must tell the public what they want to hear, before they put me in cuffs. This is the second time my community has turned their backs on me.

It was a cold forty days in the tundra, you wild cretins! I could not have known there would be an avalanche! Nor could I have fed a child on a week of rations! You judge me, you lot, for what I did. But what of you? Where were you to dig us out? Who was there with fire and blankets? None of you were there. NONE OF YOU WERE THERE!!

I have caught my breath now, and stayed my shaking hand to write. Perhaps these days are more forgiving, and I can tell them all the truth. For what I've done, and what I provide, some day they will all rejoice and sup and dine and they will thank me.

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MOM. I AM SORRY I HURT YOU. PLEASE FEED ME MORE. I NEED BAKON MORE. YUM BAKON

MOM PLEASE.

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MOM I AM SORRY I THAWT U WERE A PIG. I AM SO HUNGRY. YU LOOKED LIKE BAKON.

I LOVE BAKON YUM BAKON

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LET ME OUT MOM I HATE YOU I'LL EAT YOU I'M SO HUNGRY
PLEASE LET ME EAT YOU MOM YUM

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BAKON MMM THANK YOU
FOR BAKON I AM BAKON YUM IT'S OK U
CAN EAT ME 2

PLEASE I'M
SORRY MOM LET ME OUT

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Adina's To-Do:

- Who the hell do you call when your kid starts eating their own skin??! I feel like I'm losing my mind

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Statement of: Shirwin Castanza (Jan.26)

Yesterday at school Drew poked my legs with a pen and called me "chicken legs" even though I told him to stop. He sat next to me in every class just so he could peck at me over and over.

Now I have to wear long pants forever and my dad won't spend any time with me because he's sad that I get bullied at school, and my mom is sad because I won't be able to go swimming this summer without getting looked at.

Shirwin, we are very disappointed in you for lying. Drew was absent yesterday and could not have given you the marks. We will be having a word with your parents.

- Principal Oswell

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Diary,

Slept under Flint's bed. He didn't notice me. He looked miserable going to work with his dad. Said something & his dad hit him with a stick. Took the stick & hopped in the back of the truck when no one was looking. Just realized my glasses are still at the cemetery. Haven't needed to see, just going by sound & half-seeing. Weird, right?

At Sid's ranch now. Was trying to get home, might look around anyway.

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Sid's Log @ 10 am

I was eating another fried brain when I got the most marvelous idea. It's those papers, you see, the notes and journals. The diaries. They're the problem. The world turns, and the "truth " changes. Real life changes. Maybe even realness itself can sometimes change. But those papers stay the same. They are like rocks in the rivers of time, refusing to move... refusing to bend to time's will. To MY will.

If I can change the story, and hide these false records of me, I can restore my truth. That I am a GOOD human. That I DESERVE to live in Heaven at God's side, as one of his own, and perhaps even as God himself one day. If I am in his image, then am I not worthy? This is what I say, and my word will be God.

I will bring suffering upon these false prophets, and slay justly their lying "truths", and smite this land until it begs for my forgiveness. Then I will be truly reborn, and cast off my withered skin. The God within me shall walk this earth anew!

Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself. Is it not enough to be simply the Angel of Death?

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Dear Diary,

Followed Flint and his dad in. They have pigs in cages. Pigs go down alive, squeal, and come up dead. Their squealing doesn't stop, though. It echoes and stays. The other pigs still hear it. Me too.

Bull is Flint's dad's name. He's making a new death cloak?! Doesn't look like mine, yet. Lots of bat blood here, stained into the cloak. Mine must have been colored that way. Gross.

Fell in a hole outside. Pig corpses frozen, piled up. Watched a crane take one. Climbed out, saw it get cut up and fed to other pigs. Their bellies have ghosts in them. This must be why the meat is haunted. Pigs look sick. Fighting a lot, biting each other.

Sid has everyone's notes & journals & to-do lists in his office, even mine. Brains in his fridge. He really is a zombie! Pearl's rings are here, & more shiny stuff. He's a thief, too!

Kid's head in his freezer. Looks like a girl. This old man is evil. Should I call the cops or will they just take me instead?