It is currently the third day of my confinement in this damnable cabin.
There is nothing to do here. The computer has a game of solitaire, and there is a pack of cards in a kitchen cabinet. He must have loved that game. There is no connection, not to the internet nor any sort of television network. I think the lightning might have fried the cables or something.
The door, of course, won't open, and neither will the windows. I can damage the walls, but I can't knowingly destroy them. Though I wouldn't have been able to crawl through the holes anyway if I could.
This is stupid.
Day five.
Trying to entertain myself. Solitaire is hard. I wouldn't have even known the rules if they weren't on the computer. Getting better, though. Think you have to, if you play this much.
Nobody's been by. Obviously. Is this how he lived, just playing cards all day? Nobody seems to care that he hasn't left the place.
The stench is horrible.
Day 10
Been trying some woodcarving. I made a fang. Typical, I know, but it's a simple shape. Maybe I'll move on to an apple or something. Always thought those were pretty.
I found something nice in the old fart's notebook today. Thought that thing was just full of score tables, but no. Solitaire variants. He made up tons of them. Or copied them down, I don't know. Definitely revitalized the game. Trying to beat his Honeycomb Solitaire scores. No luck so far. Guy was a pro.
Day 13
Food's getting low. Just a couple bags of blood left. I'm hunting every critter that enters, but that won't be enough for long.
There is a town nearby, but somehow nobody's come here yet. No hikers passing by the window, even. Just white and green as far as the eye can see.
Day 14
Found myself carving a wooden stake today. Even poked my finger on it. Fucking edgelord, I am.
Once upon a time, there was a man. The man was stupid and lived in his stupid mountain cabin, where he played stupid card games all day. He had no friends or family or anything, which was stupid. One stormy day, as he was playing Stupid Old Man Solitaire #6, he heard a knock on the door and let in a stranger. This was pretty stupid of him too. Then the stranger stupidly revealed herself to be a vampire and he stupidly fell onto a table corner in shock. It was all very stupid.
Fucking let me out already there is a HOLE in the WALL, I threw him out, he's out there now, isn't he beckoning me out? He sure is, isn't he? I can almost hear it. Positively, he'd want me to join him outside. Definitely.
COME ON GOD DAMN IT THERE'S A HOLE
More holes. More tricks. Nothing fucking WORKS
Blood's gone. Goddamn blizzard just started. Good thing I can't freeze. Bad thing humans can.
Literally how has this thing not collapsed yet? Can it even be said that there's a cabin here anymore? I've carved so many holes, this is practically just a ruin. Ruins aren't homes. I can just. Walk. Out.
I hereby give me formal permission to leave this cabin. Old man hereby gives me formal permission to leave this cabin. Rat hereby gives me formal permission to leave this cabin. Cabin hereby gives me formal permission to leave this cabin.
UGH
Places without doors are definitely not homes, right? Right. So why the FUCK
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It is currently the third day of my confinement in this damnable cabin.
There is nothing to do here. The computer has a game of solitaire, and there is a pack of cards in a kitchen cabinet. He must have loved that game. There is no connection, not to the internet nor any sort of television network. I think the lightning might have fried the cables or something.
The door, of course, won't open, and neither will the windows. I can damage the walls, but I can't knowingly destroy them. Though I wouldn't have been able to crawl through the holes anyway if I could.
This is stupid.
Day five.
Trying to entertain myself. Solitaire is hard. I wouldn't have even known the rules if they weren't on the computer. Getting better, though. Think you have to, if you play this much.
Nobody's been by. Obviously. Is this how he lived, just playing cards all day? Nobody seems to care that he hasn't left the place.
The stench is horrible.
Day 10
Been trying some woodcarving. I made a fang. Typical, I know, but it's a simple shape. Maybe I'll move on to an apple or something. Always thought those were pretty.
I found something nice in the old fart's notebook today. Thought that thing was just full of score tables, but no. Solitaire variants. He made up tons of them. Or copied them down, I don't know. Definitely revitalized the game. Trying to beat his Honeycomb Solitaire scores. No luck so far. Guy was a pro.
Day 13
Food's getting low. Just a couple bags of blood left. I'm hunting every critter that enters, but that won't be enough for long.
There is a town nearby, but somehow nobody's come here yet. No hikers passing by the window, even. Just white and green as far as the eye can see.
Day 14
Found myself carving a wooden stake today. Even poked my finger on it. Fucking edgelord, I am.
Once upon a time, there was a man. The man was stupid and lived in his stupid mountain cabin, where he played stupid card games all day. He had no friends or family or anything, which was stupid. One stormy day, as he was playing Stupid Old Man Solitaire #6, he heard a knock on the door and let in a stranger. This was pretty stupid of him too. Then the stranger stupidly revealed herself to be a vampire and he stupidly fell onto a table corner in shock. It was all very stupid.
Fucking let me out already there is a HOLE in the WALL, I threw him out, he's out there now, isn't he beckoning me out? He sure is, isn't he? I can almost hear it. Positively, he'd want me to join him outside. Definitely.
COME ON GOD DAMN IT THERE'S A HOLE
More holes. More tricks. Nothing fucking WORKS
Blood's gone. Goddamn blizzard just started. Good thing I can't freeze. Bad thing humans can.
Literally how has this thing not collapsed yet? Can it even be said that there's a cabin here anymore? I've carved so many holes, this is practically just a ruin. Ruins aren't homes. I can just. Walk. Out.
I hereby give me formal permission to leave this cabin. Old man hereby gives me formal permission to leave this cabin. Rat hereby gives me formal permission to leave this cabin. Cabin hereby gives me formal permission to leave this cabin.
UGH
Places without doors are definitely not homes, right? Right. So why the FUCK
Doorframes were not the problem
At least I beat his fucking solitaire scores