The Journal of Pacman.
It was two weeks ago that I, Pacman, was sentenced to five years incarceration for acts of cannibalism. No one understands the insatiability of my hunger. No one can relate to my ability to close down all you can eat buffets in a single sitting.
For the past fifteen hours, I've been wandering around, eating nothing but these awful tasting dots which happen look like much gerbil pellets. When my sentence is up and I get out of this maze, I'm going to sue the warden for this mistreatment of prisoners. Furthermore, my inmates appear to be dead fellons who chase me with every intent to do me harm.
There is Inky, a man who got his name for acts of embezzlement and forgery.
Pinky, whom the other inmates frequently refer to as "faggot" and sodomize him. His time in this maze has left him effeminate.
Blinky, a nervous, twitchy man who went to prison for two years and ended up stabbing many of his other inmates with eating utensils.
Then there is Clyde who claims to be the same of the criminal duo, Bonnie and Clyde. Personally, I believe he is full of shit.
Originally, I was approached by these gentlemen for a form of drug muling, which involved me eating condoms full of coke to be vomitted later on for the use of other inmates. Unfortunately, after I accepted their offer and ate their shipment, I quickly remembered that my appetite would never allow me to expel anything. They swore to "tear open my gut and get their crack back".
So, for the past few hours I've been escaping the hostile ghosts, eating these pellets, occasionally eating various fruits that appear without reason. Once, I even found the key that would have unlocked the prison and allowed me to escape, but I ate that too.
I pray that one day, I shall escape this horrid prison.