Fuckface stole my lunch again.
Alright, in part it's my fault. Got distracted by another fight breaking out, as if that's a rare occurrence! And in a place like this distractions are just a way to get screwed over. Hell, this diary is probably going to be the death of me. Fuck it though, seriously, and fuck Fuckface. Decided to call him that because, well, it's hard to put his face into words. Covered in scars, over half of which I bet are self-inflicted, considering the times I saw him scratching. Frankly even without the scars I doubt he'd be much of a looker.
Course, none of us are winning any beauty pageants, but you know what I mean. Anyway, I've only seen the guy lacking his helmet, so I'm kinda stuck for other notable traits to name him with. Shit knows he could be anyone else when he puts it on. He doesn't talk much, but there's a long list of that sort of psycho around here. Even with their helmet on you can tell they just… stare, probably thinking of what the best way to gut you would be.
Rumours going around right now that there's a General doing some undercover judging us right now, although just about everyone willing to speak to be without a threat in every second sentence seems to think it's just a rumour spread by the scientists to keep us in line, apparently the body of one of them was found in the garbage last night and nobody knows how it got there. Especially since this entire fucking place is wired up the wazoo. None of the scientists give a shit about the guy, of course, they're just worried about being next. I heard a few soldiers joking about it, a few others "suggesting" they might have been involved. Probably just trying to gain some cred, but somebody had to do it, so who knows?
Asked Matthew what he thinks, he says he wouldn't put it past one of the scientists to be the murderer. They may look united, but it's really a cutthroat contest between the lot of them, and they'd know the security better than most of us soldiers. Honestly I'm not sure whether I'd prefer the killer to be a scientist or a soldier, both have some delicious implications. Either those assholes are at each other's throat and will hopefully get themselves killed before us, or one of the soldiers here knows something about the security, if I can find out who, maybe I can get the information out of them and figure out a way out of here.
Alright, a longshot, you'd have to be a fucking nutter not to get out of here if you had a way, but we're hardly in short supply of nutters. Could be Fuckface, or Shitbag (guy sounds all snooty and displeased, like he's got a bag of shit under his nose), or some asshole I don't have a name for yet (I got a whole lot of immature insults in name form just waiting to find their match!).
I'll keep an ear out, anyway. Gives me something else to do.