It took me a little while to find the place, but it was interesting to note that this Island has 'assigned' us places to stay. Apparently I have a co-resident named Hawkeye. What kind of stupid name is that? Should I be worried that this person might literally be a hawk? It's bad enough I just had a deer bite me in the leg a little while ago getting over here. I punched that little fucker in its sadistic doe-eyed face. Probably would have turned him into deer jerky if it hadn't gotten up and bounded off the second it realized it wasn't going to make me the meal on this damn island.
These cabins are actually nicer than my old home during my childhood. Who uses metal bars to make beds stacked over each other though? Another lesson I've learned so far while being in here: Don't get near the weird three-holed electrical zappers, they will ki-
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