Guest Journal:
There is no escape from this tragedy. I am stuck on this ride for a week now. This place is disgusting and unclean. I'm trapped here in this metal car that reeks of death. There is a guy rotting next to me as I write this message. I am stuck on Mr. Bones' Wild Ride and I want to get off. It seems that there is no end to this track, and I'm fearing for the worst. Me and this person went up one by one into this new ride which featured "endless fun". I'm afraid that is literally what we got. This dead guy died because of dehydration, and I couldn't share my soda drink that was from the stall across the path because he might have killed me by drinking all of it. The guy was a very nice man with a nice thin body, but he died from this terrible ride. This track is endless it seems, and it reeks of dead passengers due to the lack of food and water. People have been killed, and I thought this ride would be dismantled due to the law. This track smells horrible and I threw up a few times, and the fact that the skeleton scenery is watching us die is terribly spooky and frightening. Not once have I seen a skeleton statue not look at me. I think I'm hallucinating from dehydration and the smell of the rotting flesh. I've been stuck eating this man's flesh because I have no food and barely any liquid on me. The blood tastes terrible, but the flesh satisfies my stomach and kills quite literally my taste. I can't live like this. I've lost all hope because I went up a hill and I saw countless track and lots of cars with screaming, crying and the insane just going to their demise. I can't say how we ended up here, but one thing is sure I'll never go on this ride again. Even I've been screaming at one point yelling "I want to get off of Mr. Bones' Wild Ride!". Everyone else has been repeating the same thing as if we were puppets of a cruel master with a desire to entertain. Mr. Bones is probably laughing his skeleton skull out of this ride, but it's no joke. I'm dying and I'm pretty sure everyone ahead of me died. There is no end to this madness. A car somewhat of a distance has two passengers barely moving. I think they are dead, but my mind tells me that they are in fact alive. I've seen passengers ahead of me mutilated by the other survivor when the track goes into the zig-zag position, and it spooks me that people are doing that. There is no escape, the bars are too tight. It's impossible. I can't get off of this ride. I've lost all hope, and I'm pleading to get off of this twisted ride. Just get me off please, I beg of you…
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