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single_man_tear) wrote2024-04-27 10:28 pm
single_man_tear) wrote2024-04-27 10:28 pm
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Journal Entry: Dear Sam
Dear Sam,
It wasn’t the apocalypse but whatever out there is gone. I’m not sure where I fit in the narrative or how I even fit into this place. But I guess no one knows how they fit into the overall story.
I think back to all the crap Chuck put us through and part of me wonders if we knew what was going on how we could have changed our story.
Would it have ended the same way? Would I have ended up in hell? Would you ended up in the cage?
And now I wonder what’s going on now with this island. I was supposed to keep the bad stuff from slipping through into my reality. But now I'm thinking about everyone here.
I’ve got the god of thunder/astrophysicist in my life but she’s dying. I work for the queen of the dead who has an agenda but I'm not sure if I can or should stop her. I’ve got a neighbor who is supposedly from the South but the way she acts makes me think she’s much more than that and seems scared of something out there. There’s also the Queen of Bunnies who is too proud and angry to admit she’s hurt and missing her friend. I don’t know what’s up with the ginger alien but he and the other neighbor seem to be falling for each other and I’m worried how that may end.
I’m just a thug who hunts monsters. How the hell can I help any of them? Am I supposed to be part of their "narrative"?
I always thought my story would end at wrong end of a gun or a blade. Instead it was getting shoved on a spike. After today I wonder if I have a chance at a different ending.
What I hope for you is that you get that happy ending. Or at least get a life where you don’t have to worry about what’s lurking out there in the dark.
I’ve had too much beer and this entry reads like a crappy teen drama on the CW. I’m going to bed.
If you need your blood pressure checked they have a machine at your local drug store.
-Dean
It wasn’t the apocalypse but whatever out there is gone. I’m not sure where I fit in the narrative or how I even fit into this place. But I guess no one knows how they fit into the overall story.
I think back to all the crap Chuck put us through and part of me wonders if we knew what was going on how we could have changed our story.
Would it have ended the same way? Would I have ended up in hell? Would you ended up in the cage?
And now I wonder what’s going on now with this island. I was supposed to keep the bad stuff from slipping through into my reality. But now I'm thinking about everyone here.
I’ve got the god of thunder/astrophysicist in my life but she’s dying. I work for the queen of the dead who has an agenda but I'm not sure if I can or should stop her. I’ve got a neighbor who is supposedly from the South but the way she acts makes me think she’s much more than that and seems scared of something out there. There’s also the Queen of Bunnies who is too proud and angry to admit she’s hurt and missing her friend. I don’t know what’s up with the ginger alien but he and the other neighbor seem to be falling for each other and I’m worried how that may end.
I’m just a thug who hunts monsters. How the hell can I help any of them? Am I supposed to be part of their "narrative"?
I always thought my story would end at wrong end of a gun or a blade. Instead it was getting shoved on a spike. After today I wonder if I have a chance at a different ending.
What I hope for you is that you get that happy ending. Or at least get a life where you don’t have to worry about what’s lurking out there in the dark.
I’ve had too much beer and this entry reads like a crappy teen drama on the CW. I’m going to bed.
If you need your blood pressure checked they have a machine at your local drug store.
-Dean