GRAVEYARD: THE BOOKLETS...

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[As the residents of the island open up the booklets, they will see... that someone has printed out the contents of a website? Stranger still, it looks like they went through the trouble of professionally binding it.]



[... Hm.

There are passages that may sound familiar to some as they flip through the pages.]

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PROLOGUE

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Sometimes... Life is simply unfair.

I don't know who first said those words to me, but they've stuck with me ever since. Life isn't fair. Life is not meant to make you happy. Life is a cannibalistic machine, and it will happily rip away everything that makes you you until there's nothing left to mourn. I would know. I would know better than most... But if you're hearing this, then I suppose you're not interested in learning what a pathetic creature I've become since this all started. Instead, you must be asking yourselves: "What is happening? What is this place? What do they want with us?"

And... I could answer all of those questions, sure. But let's take it one step at a time. You haven't bled and worked yourself to the bone like those who came before you... So it's only right that I make you work for those answers. I will tell you a story, and if you're smart, you will be able to put two and two together before our time has ended. If you're better at this than we were, then maybe you'll catch the mistakes we made before they even happen. Hah!

If we're starting from the top... Then I suppose I should tell you a little about this place. About the hotel, the ship, and the demons.

There were 33 of us here. We all came from different worlds, and most of us had nothing in common. But we made it work. First week here, and we were all willing to work with each other to find a way out of this gilded cage. That changed when that fucking bitch brought them to us.

I'm not sorry for what happened. I'm the only one left now. It's just as it should be. Don't feel sorry for me. And don't come looking for me. This message was written a long, long time ago. Chances are, if you're reading this, I'm no longer here.

But they are.

Let's talk again later.