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—that trouble being the ways that I found to sustain my hunger, theyre... inhumane, to say the least. At least it isn't TOO morally wrong for me, right? I mean... they're already dead.. most of the time. I'm sorry, I seriously am, it makes me SICK, but I need it.. to survive. (Months have passed by basically, the injection that the Hadal guards gave her have turned her into her current form in life. And, she's a cannibalistic janitor on The Ridge.)

Yay, I'm back!] ...I can't recall the last time that I've decided to log myself, it kind of makes me sound insane, but I may as well update myself mentally about the situation that im in. This curse of an operation, Hadal Blacksite? Well, it's a nightmare to say the least. I don't really know how longs its been, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, I lost track of time. I managed to find the crystal, it was in my grasp— just SECONDS away from escaping this hellscape, but it turns out these power hungry bastards set me off on the journey with a "gift". They turned me into a monster, one of those THINGS. All that I can recall is waking up in a office room, not sure how or when I got there, but something tells me that I know who did it. I would go on, but I garuntee that my appearance can clearly state what happened. Everything since has felt so terribly bland, cleaning, sleeping, talking to the others, its all become so repetitive. One thing that I've found particularly troublesome h

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I just realized that took an hour, oh woah