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This will be my last entry. I've taken a turn for the worst and landed myself in a crevasse and shattered my leg. I have my phone, but when I went to call for help - I seen James was back online on Steam. Like what the flying ♥♥♥♥? I travel half way across the country to a remote area to find him and he's at home playing ♥♥♥♥♥♥' steam games. Nope. I'm done. Screw James, screw this diary, and screw the wilderness. I'm not walking back, I'll just respawn. ♥♥♥♥ you James.
-Trevor
I've finally reached the cabin's location left in that cryptic message at James'. Upon my initial arrival it appeared as though no one had been here in quite sometime. I did some more digging around the cabin and found a set of tracks leading into the woods - following the tracks for a bit led me to Jame's pack! He's out there, just up ahead on the trail. Maybe a day or two ahead of me! But his pack brought ill tidings; it had been torn up and it's entrails scattered across the ground. I prey a raccoon got to it and hope for the best. Tomorrow I shall set off up the trail in search of James. He has to be there - don't worry my friend, I'm coming.
-Trevor
James is gone. I arrived to find his place in a complete state of disorder - clothes thrown about, dressers ransacked, plants overturned; it was clear there had been many a confrontation. A struggle? I dare not think what evils could have befallen him - I found only one clue, a message left on his machine talking about a place up north. I must investigate into this mysterious location, for James sake. I prey for his safety.
-Trevor
Tonight marked the third night in a row that Jame's has been absent from our usual meetings. It is highly unlike him to be so tardy in his attendance - leading me to believe he may have taken ill. Tomorrow I shall pay him a visit; lord knows he probably longs for a good conversation and some companionship - it has gotten all but to dull without him lately. Maybe I'll bring over that "Swoosh" drink he loves so much - that ought to put him in better spirits!
-Trevor
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