My name is Jack. Jack Ellison. I am on a houseboat and the walls are just covered with dried blood. I have no idea where I am. To whoever can read this blog, help me. I am somehow able to use this laptop and post here. I know the passwords for some reason. Yet...
It's 2011! How can itbe 2011? It's suposed to be Augest 2007... HIM! It had to have been his doing, along with those bastards, Blake and Clyde. I don't expect anyone to know of which I speak, but I call this...thing I speak of, The Suit.
I don't expect you to be believe me, but The Suit killed everyone I ever cared about or turned them against mankind as a whole. I will kill The Suit if it is the last thing I ever do. Now I just need to figure out how to run this thing and get back to shore.