March 19, 2025

This game is impossible.  I'm supposed to do whatever one of those guys in the TV-books tell me.  Too bad I have no fucking clue of what they are talking about.  So I've just sort of been fucking around.  I was going to play some pepper with myself against the library wall, but whoever made this island is a Nazi.

Today I thought about just leaving the island and calling a career.  I mean, 804 home runs?  A career .303 batting average?  That's nothing to be ashamed of.  But not winning a World Series Myst is going to haunt me for the rest of my days until I fulfill my destiny.  Resignation is not an option.

Wait, yeah it is.  I quit.

Regards
Barry