“I’m trying!” replied one from below, “Why won’t you just shut up already?”
A clank echoed from the hole, and the man above, who looked like he was in his thirties, had brown hair, and was wearing a military outfit with enough medals to fill a grain silo, smiled and yelled, “What is it?”
The man in the hole climbed out and showed him the small, wooden box. The military official smiled and said, half to himself, “This is it! Now I’ll get that promotion. This is just what we need.”
“Need for what?” asked the man who was digging, who wore a military uniform with hardly any medals.
“Well, uh,” stuttered the military official, “it’s kind of secretive. I probably am not allowed to tell you.”
“Oh, come on. We’ve known each other for years,” replied the soldier, “you can tell me.”
‘Well, we are out here in the middle of nowhere,” said the military official thoughtfully, “I suppose it couldn’t hurt.” He handed the box to the soldier.
The soldier stared at it, bewildered.
“Well, don’t just stare at it, open it!”
The soldier opened the box, which took some effort, considering the hinges had completely rusted. Inside lay a wrinkled up brown book, looking very old. On the front, in decaying print, it read ‘Precious Memories,’ but that was crossed out, and below it read, ‘LOG.’
“Go on. Read it. You’ll learn more from that than from me telling you.”
The soldier opened the book. Inside, it read “Introduction.” He began to read.
I don’t know who you are. Are you me? Are you someone else? I don’t know who you are, but I can feel that one day, someone other than myself will be reading this. Perhaps for entertainment? Perhaps to learn the truth, that I am and have been true? Perhaps even for a higher, unrelated purpose? I don’t know why, nor how, nor when, nor where, but I’m here writing it. And I’ll keep doing so until either my duty or my life ends. But no matter who you are, please, sit back, open a bottle, or canteen, or whatever you drink out of, and enjoy. I will do my duty to create as detailed a record as possibly needed. I present to you... THE DETAILED HISTORY OF TURROVILE.
Eager to continue, the soldier turned the page.
On the next page, a list was set up:
TOWN MEMBERS:
ALIVE: 4
neongrey
Twomz
Mastermind of Sin
audacesiuvat
DECEASED: 8
Thok (Defensive Guy/Doctor), Had major organs amputated Night 1
Quig (Giant Duck/Townie), Sent on a crusade Day 1
Logicticus (Positive Friend/Optimistic Mason), Lynched Day 1
BrianMcQueso (The Bishop/SK), Shot Night 2
Bethelmark (Laser Pete/Goon), Shot Night 2
draygn_mage (Joe Smith/Townie), Lynched Day 2
Nightcow (Burglar/Pseudo-Cop), shot Night 3
DrippingGoofball (Amputation Sam/Goon), Lynched Day 3
. It's high time we found these liver lilied scoundrels and make um walk the plank...
