out of this.
But once Craig is out of the picture, we can finally have some real alone time. No worries. Just the two of us.
ENTRY END
JOURNAL 02CHRISTINA
ENTRY 018
DATE: 6/6/2074
I tracked them down, again. It wasn't that hard. I went to the other house with lights. And it was the same one that I got the medallions from before. Same traps and all that, but now there's light and noise and shadows moving around inside. And I can smell the food. It's not as good as Julia's. None of it is, and none of it probably ever will be.
I shouldn't focus on that part of this whole thing. I've got them in a trap, and they probably don't think I can get to them. But I did it once and came out in one piece. Chances are high I can do it again. And then they'll burn. But I want to catch a little sleep, first. Just enough that I'm together so I can pick off any stragglers who might survive. I can wait another hour or two.
ENTRY END
JOURNAL 06RITA
ENTRY 013
DATE: 6/6/2074
Evenstad, let me ask you something. Among all your mighty, dominating corporations, do you have a dating service or a matchmaker or a hookup site or something? If not, you might want to consider it. It's a million dollar idea, and you don’t have to ruin anyone's lives to pull it off. Maybe if you're extra super nice to me, I'll give you a good testimonial. 'It's been six months since I got the shit fucked out of me. But then, when Evenstad tossed me into an arena and made me fight to the death, I finally found the satisfaction I'd been missing in my womanhood. Thanks, Evenstad.'
Right. Like I'd ever give you a review that glowing. But I guess some small thanks are in order. Blake was good. Really good. G spot good. Multiple orgasms good. Which also makes me hate you just a little bit more, too. How am I supposed to kill him now? I kept putting off sex with the kid because I knew it would change things. But he was so sweet, and I was just so horny, I couldn't. See, I can give head and handjobs and that good happy shit without any attachment. But not sex. Now, I don't know how to get this done.
Can you believe it, Evenstad? After all this, you may have actually beaten me. I guess we'll see when everything's laid out in the end.
ENTRY END
JOURNAL 02CHRISTINA
ENTRY 019
DATE: 6/6/2074
I've been watching since I woke up. I don’t think I was out very long. It's the same date at the top of the journal, anyway. They all finally stopped moving over at the house. See, last time they were awake, so they could run. I don't want to make that mistake again. No fire, either. I'll just get in and get personal with them. Nice and quiet. Julia's will work. It's nice and simple. Quiet.
ENTRY END
POLL: THE FINAL FOUR
1: Christina (36%)
2: Rita (24%)
3: Blake (22%)
4: Craig (18%)
(Information Collected by The Cruise)
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JOURNAL 03BLAKE
ENTRY 012
DATE: 6/6/2074
Oh my God! I can't believe Rita could do something like that. It's just not like her. Or I guess it is. It's not like how I thought she was this whole damn time. Someone came in when we were asleep and tripped over something. Thank God she did, too. Otherwise, it would have been game over. But she tripped and everyone woke up. Rita just hauled off and used that weird invisible fist medallion thing I gave her and crushed the lady's head. I… I don't even want to remember it, and I sure as hell ain't recording it here. It was just so much blood and so much everything and her face was just… I'm describing it.
I just ran the fuck away. I can't stay with someone like that. How the hell am I supposed to think that she won't haul off and do the exact same thing to me? That lady was a stranger. I'm sure I've annoyed her more than enough times already. I mean, I could probably kill her if she tried to turn on me, but I also couldn't. I can't hurt her. I know that already. I wouldn't be able to bring myself to do it. Not after everything she's done for me. So I just ran. I don't think I can hide from her forever, and maybe by the time I have to see her again, I won't be so attached. I've got to try, because I know she won't have any troubles killing me, now.
I just want to go home. More than ever, that's what I want. I want to be out of this stupid game and back with Mom and Dad and everyone else back home. I just want to wake up and find out that this never happened and then go get a shrink, because I know this shit ain't your average nightmare. Which is pretty much how I know it's not a nightmare at all.
And I know for sure that she lied to me, now. I've decided. This death? It's all fucking real.
ENTRY END
JOURNAL 06RITA
ENTRY 014
DATE: 6/6/2074
The little peckerhead up and ran off on me. Did you know he'd be so fucking flighty, Evenstad? Did you? I bet you did, you bastards. Probably had a good laugh at my expense, too. After everything, and after I've been such a snarky little cuntbag to you, I get what I deserve.
Guess what? That just makes it all so much easier. I don't need him, I don't want him. And you know I'm just spouting meaningless shit right now. If not, you know now. It fucking hurt, let me tell you. But I'm working on that anger. That anger's going to fuck you up when it comes time. All I have to do is get pissed enough at him. Just pissed enough to make it easier.
I saved his ass, and how does he repay me? Abandonment. Fucking pussy.
ENTRY END
JOURNAL 05CRAIG
ENTRY 018
DATE: 6/7/2074
I'm stuck here with Rita. She said if I run, she'll kill me. Which isn't much better than the alternative, really. I don’t run and she still kills me. Just a little bit later. Either way, I'm dead. But if I can stay, maybe I can have that much more of a chance to figure something out. Anything. If there is anything to figure out. I don't even know at this point. I just know that running is 100% death. Maybe staying is only 98.5.
ENTRY END
JOURNAL 06RITA
ENTRY 015
DATE: 6/10/2074
Evenstad, tell me something, because I've got a theory. How close are we to the end of this whole thing? It's been almost half a year, now. I just don't think we can be that far from finishing at this point. And I think that means I have to do something I don’t want to do.
Craig's a nice enough guy. But, for the most part, you seem to pick nice enough guys. The only one who ever really did anything dickish was Blake. Yeah, I'm still working on hating him. But don't give up on me yet. I'll get there.
I don't want Craig to pay for things he didn't do. Not any more than he probably already has. But if I kill him, I'm one step closer to getting out of your sick little trap, and back to a normal life.
I know you won't tell the audience, but I'll still put it, just in case I'm wrong: I don't want to kill him. You assholes are making me.
ENTRY END
JOURNAL 05CRAIG
ENTRY 019
DATE: 6/10/2074
This is it. I won't leave. I won't help Manfred's family or start a business or any of that. Rita's going to kill me. She told me as much, and this is my chance to say goodbye. She was crying, which I guess is some consolation. Not much, though. Even if she feels remorse, I don’t have any reason to believe that it's going to stop her. But she's giving me the chance to say goodbye. I don't want to waste a lot of time, especially since it's likely that no one will ever see this.
I'll miss everyone. Grandma, I'm sorry about the vase. Jimmy, I'm sorry I blamed you for the vase. Mom, I love you. You too, Dad, even though we had our falling out. And to whoever might have ended up loving me and living with me and growing old with me: I n
ever met you, but I'm sorry that the chance was robbed from you.
G2G. The last time I'll ever get to type that.
ENTRY END
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TUNE INTO THE PARK
We only have two competitors left.
Rita Needles, age 27, a bartender from Portland, OR, and Blake Ross, the 19 year old gamer from Broadview Heights, OH. We're sure that you, just like millions of others, have been watching these two young lovers' relationship unfold across the playfield of The Park. Now, with Craig's death, only the two of them remain. Like Romeo and Juliet, these two youths are destined for tragedy. But how will it end, and who will end it?
The only way to find out is to watch The Park, every Monday at 9 p.m. EST. Only on Evenstad TV, Channel 696.
JOURNAL 03BLAKE
ENTRY 013
DATE: 6/12/2074
It's official. I'm a dumbfuck. Here I have this whole trailer park. It's probably, what, a square mile or more? I don’t know, just guessing And it's not often you find that much room to screw around in, anymore. But I've got a square mile, and here I am, sticking close enough that I can see Rita's house. Craig's house. The house. Rita. Whatever it is, I'm here, just a couple trailers down. I'm keeping her in sight, right? Right. Totally. If I don't know where she is, then she could be anywhere. And that doesn't work for me. Not now. Not now that I know she's actually capable of killing.
I really don't know how this is going to work. Somehow, I never thought out to the end of all this. I mostly avoided thinking about it, either Rita or I dying. Or both of us, even.
I don't have a damn clue how many people are left. But I can't really worry about all that. I know Rita's here. I know she's two houses down and across the path, surrounded by booby traps. I don't have high hopes for Craig, not stuck with Rita in there. If he's not dead already, he will be soon. She won't let him get in her way, that's for damn