July 4th, 1994th
Damn typewriters. Seriously, I've tried to type the date like 8 times but every time I do, I hit the wrong key and make a mess. The bucket of crumpled paper next my desk is a testament to that.
Anyway, with this published document, the record keeping in this place will commence.
I don't know why I got stuck with this icky job to begin with. I've been told not to socialize with the researchers around here, apparently they all have serious work to finish and can't be disturbed.
Not that I care, I'm a much better loner anyway. So here I sit, handcuffed to this chair outside the secret research lab in the lower east wing of the facility.
I don't entirely understand what my role in all this is though. I mean sure, I'm suppose to document everything that happens, but don't the scientists keep their own notes? Isn't me, sitting out here away from all the happenings kind of a redundant method to record information over a given period of time? Won't anyone that reads these be as confused as hell?
Oh well, Ansem the Wise is paying me big bucks to keep accurate notes. And... apparently enslave myself to this room for the next indefinite period of time.
Man, it sucks being an NPC...
