Dear journal,

After my adventures against ninjas and idealistic trees I found myself upon a ship on the east coast. I was working for a small delivery team as a rope checker. I was the goddamn best rope checker they ever had all of them said with smiles. I didn't like anyone on the ship though...

So i decided to mutate.

After 20 days locked up in a room and not mutating it had occurred to me that I indeed could not mutate. So I came out of the room and found everyone has gone missing. The assholes ditched me? No...can't be.

But my eyes were of tears to come to this desolate view. The ropes...The ropes were not checked. In those 20 days there was a huge rope malfunction that caused everyone on the ship to plunge into the ocean.

I was alone.

Dear Journal,

Today marks the beginning of a new lifetime. Eight ninjas killed all my oxen. I thought my trip had ended but then i remembered... I had nowhere to go anyways. So I started walking deep into the forest when suddenly I heard a noise. I looked to find a tree with a mouth. The tree kept saying the words freedom. I began a talk with him in which he informed me that he wanted freedom and he begged me to cut off the bottom of him. I did...


...he died.

His last words were...it was worth it. To be free a second is worth death.

So I learned a valuable lesson. Which I didn't really care to learn. I mean shit.