Category: Diary Room

12/2/13

Week Six: Diary Entry – Charles Baudelaire

This is no longer a simple game. Christina’s [REDACTED] has shook me to me core, and I can no longer lounge around waiting for [REDACTED] to be over. We must [REDACTED].

I saw her [REDACTED] right before me, well, as best I could given the [REDACTED]. I saw her [REDACTED] and I couldn’t [REDACTED], and now it’s far too late to tell her wh- No! There’s no time for this! How the hell do we [REDACTED]?!

*Dear Viewers, Mr. Baudelaire’s Diary Entry has been slightly modified to remove any and all outbursts of profanity and unpleasant remarks. They were no doubt due to his shock of watching Ms. Rossetti breakdown yesterday, but I assure you everything which was removed was entirely baseless and nonsensical. He simply regrets not having finished the debate, and plans to push on and win the game!

12/1/13

Narrative – Events Following The Thanksgiving Debate

UPLOADED BY: ANONYMOUS

>>> I’ve managed to hack into this godforsaken site in Julianna’s absence. She transported herself into the House after hearing Christina Rossetti forfeit the debate, and some things occurred that I wish for an audience to read about. She may frighten you and the authors with the revelations she puts out in the exit interviews, but I’m sure what she did today is something she would never willingly show to an audience. She is a mysterious, vindictive creature, and so I warn you: what you’re about to read is incredibly unpleasant. I’ve tried to keep the narrative as true to the actual events as I saw them occur, but forgive my occasional literary bouts, it’s all part of the trade. And don’t worry about her finding out about this post, I’ve encoded it so she’ll never know it was even there.

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11/29/13

Thanksgiving Special: Diary Entry – Christina Rossetti

What sick mind thought up the idea of this “Thanksgiving Special Challenge?” We had one week left, and I had resigned myself to never having the chance to properly debate Charles. It was a resignation made in good taste, I cannot give in to his clear desire to unnerve me with his gross imagery. I can’t! I refuse! No good would come out of a battle between us. But now I have no choice. I either face Charles and win, or have my former alliance members’ decapitations be in vain. Neither of them would be gone if I didn’t give in to this idea of getting to the bottom of Charles’ mind. It’s all my fault… I need to make amends. I need to win.

But if I win, then I’m the singular reason why Charles will lose. It’s… just a game. It… doesn’t matter?

10/30/13

Week One: Diary Entry – Franz Kafka

I cannot help but feel as if I’ve imagined a situation much like this, somewhere else…

I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I- No, no time to ponder. Herman destroyed me in today’s challenge because I wasn’t completely focused on the task at hand. I must go back and read over my work. I must be at the top of my game, or else risk being nominated for the Guillotine. I don’t wish to be eliminated this early in the game, there’s so much I’ve poured into Gregor’s story that I want to fight for! I bet these other authors don’t even realize the importance of the family dynamic in fostering a thinking, happy, enlightened being – they’re all too hung up on their women.

I must sleep. It’s an early day tomorrow.

But still… Is there a question I’m not asking?