July 7th, 1994
Three days in this dingy dungeon. This was a bad idea. I can already tell... Dilan from Security came down here this morning and installed a security door. He called the D.O.D. Whatever that means. Anyway, I realized after he left that I don't have security clearance and the door won't open. Even if I was desperate enough to break the chair and free myself I won't get very far with that behemoth barring my way. The glass is that specially woven bulletproof stuff that they use to seal off containment leaks.
Just what kind of research are they doing down here anyway?
Now that I think about it, one of the chief scientists down here keeps bringing new people down to see or inspect the lab or some shit and I can't for the life of me remember if anyone ever leaves...
I keep staring at the accursed door and cursing my fate. I also haven't seen Ansem since I started working down here. What's he doing anyway? Have I been scammed? Some slack-jawed country bumpkin lured down here on the promise of honeyed pork and peppermint candies? Chained to a chair, a desk and a typewriter until I go insane?
Why am I even typing these? Who's gonna come down here and read the crap I write anyway?
Man! I should have told Ansem to give me an assistant instead of munny! Then at least I wouldn't be so lonely down here!