A late find, blew in from another place...

Two more people are in the dirt where they belong now. People are finally getting taken out in groups which means that soon, this hunting zone will have a lovely carpet of red foliage. It also means that I will be able to go home. Earlier we were told of another twist, another little hitch in the game that’s supposed to scare us. Seems to be another presence out there now, not some silly assassin trying in vain to scare us but a real hunter… a predator. Now the hunting zone has been divided and we have to be careful about where we go to kill, or in some cases hide. No more will a hunter with a rocket launcher feel shielded from harm and the hunted may stand no chance now. I can’t wait to win and go home but I think I may be more excited about the possibility of so many more corpses. I don’t know why but the prospect of lining up a row of bodies that belonged to the people I ate with and walked past earlier, people who I’m “friends” with and people I’m making plans against really gets the blood running through my veins. These pages I’ve been leaving around were meant to be found after the game was over but after checking a few spots last night I think somebody has been reading my little journal. I hope somebody finds this one soon because I’d like them to get a chance to know how I feel before they’re eviscerated. Or maybe instead of “they” I should say… you.

[Despare]

All I want to know is if this is somebody who's playing currently, dead, or not even in the Battle Royale. Same goes with "The Author".

[massacre man]

"Blew in from another place" Haha, because it was in another thread.


Clever.