[GAME] The House

[skinstealer]

Day 44

Mist's Journal

I struggle.

Words don't come easy but I have to write. I've tried throwing the pen far away, but I always find something. I can't lose the journal. I can't stop. Every day I grow hungrier and I am forced to write that hunger here for who, myself? Some unknown reader? Whatever god decided to steal us away and torture us? They surround me with fucking meat and dare me to try some.

Shrump says maybe I should do it. Sate myself now, especially when they see me grow more and more agitated around our new peers. The sight and smell of pulsing meat around me is enough to trigger the worst hunger pangs in my belly, but even from the scraps I've tried-

It's not the same. It drags out the hunger, but isn't what my body craves. I need relief. I need something. I'm desperate for the hunger to stop, I'll do anything.

But I can't eat my friends, either.

Anything but that.