[ WP ] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years . Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile .

Day 1: 
 Why am I here? How an I going to live? I do n't think I'll survive. Oh well. Do n't know why the fuck they gave me this journal. 
 
 Maybe it's an experiment. I would n't know. I'll develop some kind of system. I always do. 
 
 Meanwhile, I'll find out who those people are. Hopefully there will be clues. I'll have my revenge somehow. They gave me a very long lasting pen, a blank book, and an army knife. Those very items they gave me will be their end. 
 
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 LAST DAY HERE!!! 
 
 Full Moon Cycle: 239 
 
 Day Cycle: 29 
 
 Sun Cycle: about 5 hours 
 
 Reminders: 
 
 -MC:239 DC:29 is last day! 
 
 -Room 57 needs repairing. Water is 
 leaking. 
 
 -New wolf nearby. Keep watch. 
 
 -Stream is starting to flood a little bit. Reinforce walls built 12 moon cycles ago. 
 
 I hear them. They're coming. I've known it for years. They were testing people to find one strong enough. The clues were there. The Hollow is safe for me to live. I have a system that keeps me alive. 
 
 I'm in Room 48. One built ( or dug ) 5 moon cycles ago. It was my emergency room. It's got feathers and moss to keep it warm. Also a little entrance to the water system in case of emergencies. My original knife is here. I put it here, knowing full well that today will be the day I need it. For the first time in years. 
 
 I promised that the three items they gave me would be the items that lead to their demise. 
 
 My pen and book have kept my data safe through the years. They have helped me solve this mystery. My knife will be the one to touch their filthy hearts. 
 
 I'm prepared, but honestly, I have n't seen a human in years. Give me a fox, and I'll deal with it better than I would a human. Even if it might remind me of my distant memories with little Foxy. 
 
 Still better than a human. 
 
 They're getting closer- quickly. It wo n't be much longer. 
 
 I refuse to be their One. 
 
 I must leave now, with my knife in hand. These twenty years all come down to this.
