The journal of DrTaco (It appears to be stained heavily with some sort of alcohol) : Day 548
(Date Unknown, which is strange because the entire journal is just named 'Day 548'): These fools have still not discovered that i'm actually not a woman. The child I stole from that incompetent (And most likely drunk - which sadly I am not at the moment) woman has not figured out that I am a man either. Probably because I keep losing him when I go to get drunk (He keeps drinking all my booze. Not my fault) - which reminds me. I need to go get drunk soon. I suppose these heavy cloaks and hoods do well to conceal myself. I will make note of this and bring it to the Overlords as soon as I am able to make my escape.
(Date Unknown. In fact, every date is unknown. There's no structure or anything in here. Much like this fortress): Taser, my (possibly insane) informant, has gone off the - Wait. Yea, he's dead. Well that sucks. Oh well, he didn't finish his drink. More for me. In other news this stupid kid might be the death of me. I must find a way to have him suffer an 'accident'. And I really want to leave this place now. I don't even know why I was sent here to spy on these ignorant morons in the first place - they keep drinking all the booze and everyone is dying all the fucking time! Also, the child named Cochon appears to be made of some sort of godlike metal. I should probably steal him next. Though maybe this kid I stole might have the same properties - I should start testing that theory when everyone starts running into the dining hall.
