THE BLACK JOKER ON BEHALF OF MARCUS FINN

STATUS: TERMINATED

VICTOR: N/A. DISQUALIFIED.

POINTS AWARDED: N/A.

NONE AWARDED DUE TO ELIMINATION AT THE HANDS OF THE GAME MASTER.

Just a quick update. She’s talking to players, too.

She was talking an older woman with a horse. I considered hanging around and putting another name on my list of murders, but there was something about the woman that said ‘Don’t mess with me’.

So, obviously, I didn’t. Still on the woman in red’s trail.

Just thought it was interesting…she actually interacts with the players. It just makes it feel like she’s not so untouchable. Maybe she can be killed.

Maybe all those people who aren’t players can be killed.

I think I just met someone in charge, using the term ‘met’ loosely. Stalked would be a more appropriate word, but for obvious reasons I don’t want to use that.

It started when I killed a guy with a laptop. A laptop which I’m currently using, actually. I’m getting weaker and weaker at justifying this shit – couldn’t even tell you why I killed him, now. I’m scaring myself, even if I let myself think of this as a war, not a game.

Either way, a bunch of girls in Diamond masks came to collect the body and tidy up the place. I was hiding not far, just trying to get my head back on straight, when this woman in red comes up out of nowhere. Seriously, her outfit might have just been painted on, it was. Uh. Revealing doesn’t even cover it.

It seemed like she was looking for something, didn’t find it, and then just scowled and moved on. She looked like she knew what was going on, at least better than I did, so I spent a while following her.

I think she might even be able to take me to whoever put us all here, if I keep following her.

Here’s hoping I don’t get caught.

I’ve been quiet because I didn’t want to get out my phone and give them another reason to want to kill mr.

I say them – I mean that big group, from before. After I took the knife off one of the dead girls I made a snap decision and started following them. They’re a big group, but I think their collective iq was under 100. They weren’t coordinating their sleeping patterns.

I snuck up when they slept and kind of integrated myself with their group. Killed one of them in a big show, in the morning, and that seemed to get them on my side. My initial guess was right – they’re a pack of bloodthirsty freaks. I stayed around them long enough to find out more about what’s going on here.

There are points, rules, things like that. seems like it really is just a giant fuckedup game. I watched one of the other guys get skewered by one of the guy in masks – it served him right though. Hate to say it, but its true. We were loading up on supplies when he started throwing a fit about not being able to afford a second bottle of vodka and tried to hold the place up. The rest of us bolted, but not in time to avoid seeing that.

After that, I waited until they fell asleep again. They were disgusting, sharing the girls and... yeah I don’t wanna get into it. It’s like they just didn’t care anymore.

I slit their throats in their sleep. I know that makes me scum, but that was the goal from the beginning and like my dad always said, you don’t survive a war by barreling straight on. If you don’t do some sneaking when the situation calls for it, you’re a noble man and a dead man.

The irony is, if the voices were still in my head, I’d probably rather be the dead man but as long as I’m here, it’s like...everything is less grey. I have less doubt.

Maybe the Chorus really cant touch me, here.

Nothing blocks out the sound of the screaming. Nothing. When the headphones stoppedworking I started blasting the music – the battery on my phone stays exactl where it was at when I got here. 67%.

This morning I watched this huge group go by of four guys, five girls – two of the girls attacked each other over some argument and the rest of them beat those two to death.

One of the girls had a knife. I waited until the others were gone, then grabbed it. No use in sitting around with a can of mace, that’s good against the odd unruly fare who doesn’t want to pay me his cab fare, but not here.

Addi would have been so much better at adapting to this. She wouldn’t have even needed a weapon against these brutalfuckers. God I miss you Addison. Now more than ever.

But I’ll be keeping strong as I can – difference between here and back home is that things actually die, here.

Trying to type this on my phone is hell and I’m starting to strain my eyes, typing all this out. It’s easiest to write this into a note on my iPhone, ‘select all’, and copypaste it over to this blog. Which, incidentally, took me two frustrating hours to set up.

I don’t know how much time I have. Even with my headphones I can always hear the whispers, and I don’t know if it’s the Voices still after me or if they can’t touch me here. Even if they can’t, there are people. People are just as dangerous.

At first I couldn’t tell that I woke up this morning in somewhere ‘different’. I’ve been seeing gray for so long that all the other color in the world kindof gets washed out. I didn’t even realise there was a bat talking to me until it wouldn’t stop follow me and hovering in front of my face.

I missed most of what it said. These things cancel out most of the noise. But I know I’m not safe.

I’m looking for somewhere to hide. If anyone can tell me where I am, or can help me – please, help me.