Day 12:

Went on an island-wide trek with a few surviving coconut friends, wasted a whole lot of time trying to read my incomprehensible map to non-existent places. Drank contaminated water and found food not to my liking, and by the time it was horribly late at night I was all sweaty and tired. Note to self: condition is acting up dramatically after running out of medication. Must find alternative method of suppressing mental discrepancies or risk self-initiated elimination of relatively non-existent social life.

During island-wide trek, found two barrels of what smells like gunpowder and a damaged gun, among other things like broken instruments, basic necessities, a few raw materials, slightly torn books, and even a perfectly unscathed disk drive. Will try to fix all these, if not put to better use. As for the gun, I'm attempting to assemble it; doesn't really look beyond hope.

Haven't heard anything from the village. Not a person, not a verse of tribal music, not a word. Will go and check it out during archery competition scheduled tomorrow. Hopefully they didn't postpone it again.

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.