Mot's Log:

Hour 1:
I found an unused notebook in the monster dorms. I figured I would keep my patience from breaking by writing out my frustration in this log. It seems that the monster dorms are a maze. How do they even find their way around? I only wanted to help Mitsu home, and now I am hopelessly lost.
I am regretting locking the door behind me. An act that was meant to be for the ghoul's safety has turned against me. I should have simply spent the night on her floor.

Hour 2:
Jack Damnit. Two hours and I am even further lost. It would be one thing if I had gone in a circle, but every corner I turn leads me further from any place I want to be. All the halls look so different, yet I can find no pattern to solve this puzzle of a dorm building.
My only chance of escape is to find a friend to help me. But it is almost 3am…

Hour 3:

I found no one at first. The halls are silent, save for my own footsteps. I do not want to be here anymore. The gaudy decoration are keeping my attention enough to stop fatigue, but they are also driving me mad. Never have I ever desired so badly to destroy furniture like I have in this building.
I fear I may not make it out alive. I tried asking directions from a gnome I found. I wrote them down as he said, but ended up at a lava pit. I think he was trying to kill me.

I found a student and asked them to show me the way out. It seemed promising, since he seemed very keen on helping me. I soon found myself in a basement area. Very cold. He seemed to be attempting to convince me to take a polar bear dip with him. I declined. He insisted, and even began stripping. I ran as far and fast as I could.

I ended up in another area, one with a pool. No one was there, but I could hear the water wove. I saw no ripples on the water's surface. I walked further, and found some kind of dungeon. I did not stay long to see if it had been used. Perhaps I made it up in my fatigued state. I fear my mind will slip further into madness the longer I explore.

After some time, I finally got out of the basement.

Hour 4:

It's 5am. I am tired. I am angry. I just saw a tail or someone go by, but when I rounded the corner it was dead end. This building is against me. It wants to drive me crazy. It must hate reapers. What did I ever do to it? I have half a mind to scream my head off until someone comes to save me. But… I do not wish to summon the wrath of angry beasts being woken up so early.

Perhaps I should simply sleep in the hall. There is plenty of couches to sleep on! A little nap and then there would be students to help… Oh, but it is still break. Would anyone be there?
Perhaps a nap is still a solid plan. With a bit of rest, I may be able to look at this with a clear head.

Hour 5:

Oh insomnia. How you continue to devastate my wellbeing ever more. I should have known I'd never be able to sleep somewhere that was not my own bed. Especially out in an open hallway, an unfamiliar territory.
It's 6am. Do people get up this early? I usually do. I will wander aimlessly again. What else can I do? But I have to wonder… do the walls usually move? I think they are moving.

Hour 6:
I fear this will be my last log. I am trapped here for eternity, I am certain of this. I am leaving this log book for the one who finds this and to pass it on to my loved ones. Please let my parents know I love them, and I am sorry for having them worry about my well being in my wilder years.
As for my belongings. My Hat I leave to Lizzy, for always being kind and sweet. Mac can take FooFoo. Take good care of him, and do not let him get fat. He loves Fear Candy, but he also eats thumb tacos if you don't watch him. My collection of model guns, and all of my chaps are free game. I request there be a battle royale, and everyone must battle to the near death for them. The battle will take place at Gritty's Fun House. You must battle with only water pistols. Also, I ask that everyone wear cowboy hats. They are amazing articles of clothing, and are severely under appreciated.

To all of my friends.. Lizzy, Mac, Xiu, Levi, Mitsu, Jericho, Shun, Riley and even Charlie. Do not mourn for me! But I do ask you make my funeral elaborate and full of shiny things.

Goodbye, World.

Mot O'Boyle