Day 2304, first day out of the psych ward. Doctor stabbed me in the bussy during my stay and from that moment I knew I'd found true love. We're eloping. We're going to get a cat. This is perfect.

Day IDEK, just become a doctor at a psych ward, hoping I'll be able to stab a patient or two without anyone noticing

Day 1967, turns out this was all a psychotic episode. Checking myself into a psych ward later today. Peace out.

Day 1624, just tugged myself off to a picture of Hendo. I guess he's not a faceless name anymore.

Day 1430, it's been so long I don't even remember what these guys looked like, they're just faceless names now. That said, I would do unspeakable things for Hendo to whip me rn.

Day 1096, I recovered the diary but my situation has not improved. Tim’s leftover bread has nourished me through these dark times, thank God he only ate the ham from those 1500 school lunches. I have not heard from the British Sniping, Rocketing and Scouting League for over 2 years, I fear we may not recover from this. The spirit of Hendo, Ben and Sam have kept my heart warm on the countless desolate nights, I still hear their voices sometimes but they’re never there. Insanity ensues, but hey, I’d rather that happen than having to see those bellends again.

Guys?

♥♥♥♥ off you snake

Just waiting for the sweet voices of Sam, Hendo, Ben or any of the other deceased members of the group.

Mate I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ love this group

Guys, we've had our fun now, somebody just reply already. Please.

I remember when this group was lit af, what happened???

A week into 2017 and the group still shows no sign of life. Let it be known that I am disappointed in all of you.

Hendo?
Sam?
Anyone?
Plz.

still waiting for a response, ♥♥♥♥

Day 153, this will be the final entry to the journal. I've survived out here for so long by myself and I'm certain there's no chance of me ever making human contact again. My experience has been desolate and despairing, I'm not sure I can take it anymore. If anybody out there is reading this please respond, otherwise this is my goodbye note. Just know that the end was painful, lonely and utterly miserable. Various_Faggots signing off.

Day 142, it has been weeks since my last update to the journal. Sam's Hearthstone cards were mysteriously burnt the night I found them and the second half of his KitKat that I rationed also disappeared. I ventured out to find food in the wasteland the next day only to be captured by bandits during my search. After weeks of torture, humility and malnourishment I managed to escape the bandit camp during the night after seeking refuge in a cesspit. The supplies remain low although upon my escape Sam's ghost decended from Heaven and gave me another KitKat, I will never forget the moment. It seems things are starting to look up.

Day 86, the group is still gone. I haven't heard another human voice in 3 months and the voices are telling me to end it all, they've been getting louder as of late. Food and water supplies are completely diminished, I managed to find a KitKat and a bunch of Heartstone cards in Sam's suit, it should keep me going for a while. The loneliness and silence is killing me, I'm miss the sweet sound of Hendo's harmonica.

Day 73, still heard nothing from the group. The desolation is killing me, I keep hearing Hendo's voice calling out to me but nobody's there. Water and food supplies are running low and I think I am becoming insane, I don't have long left.

Hi guys, it's been a while since I've heard from any of you. I'm starting to think that I'm the only one who's still out here, if anybody is reading this message please respond.

Guys please respond :(

Guys?

Hey guys!