Shadow's diary, 4/5/2006.
it's cold in the getbig mountains. winter still clings to the land and drags on my body like icicles. my clothes are now rags and food is non-existant. i eat bark and gravel if i'm lucky.
its been over a month since i've asked for the clips. still no response. i've heard nothing, seen no one, that would even give me a glimmer of hope. i know if i could see yates and levrone posing it would be all i needed to get out of this misery. just a side chest even. or a most muscular.
but my prayers go unanswered. now i sit down beside the still, frozen stream and wait to die.