Wonder-F'ing Land : Dictated

[originalcopy]

Hey...  has anyone figured out a way out of this place yet?   Is anyone trying?

And if not, maybe at least a clue as to what the hell is going on...

Are any of you guys here too or am I just extra lucky to be on my own?
Do you mind if I ask you some questions... there's something that's been bugging me. 
I know right now may not be the best time, seeing as I'm stuck wandering around in this goofy as shit place.    But I have no idea how long I'm stuck here,  so I guess it seems as good a time as any.
 

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[originalcopy]

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So what... everyone at Sidewinder was killed so Tex could get some fuckin' target practice?

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I DIED for NOTHING! FUCK!

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!

It was bad enough when it was at least an accident in a war that meant something...

Son of a bitch!

[dontpatr0nizeme]

The Director of the project wasn't known for being a good person... Any number of deaths were fine, as long as he got results.

But Church, I need to tell you something. You aren't dead at all. You just aren't human. Neither was Tex.

I know you're not going to believe me, we had this talk already at home.

[originalcopy]

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No no no... this wasn't happening. He felt like he was hyperventilating, can ghosts hyperventilate? Shit! It was this place. That must be it... it's all fucked up, it must be messing with the journal messages. Screwing them up. Somehow, that made perfect sense. Right... ]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

I'm going to leave it at that. I know you need time to digest the information.

[originalcopy]

[He's so not talking to Wash anymore... he has a full blown freak out to try to avoid.]