October Third, Two Thousand and Thirteen

Dear team,

I have seem to been trapped in the computer, and where nobody can access. But, I have found a way to send out a message, a couple of paragraphs a day, out of this simulation and to the ship. I have seemed to awoken in a land made of blocks. Pixelated blocks. I feel like a box, and look like one. As I explored, I suddenly realized that I am in my second personal hell: the world of Minecraft.

I look just the same, but all pixelated.