Blue depths

There I was. Standing there at the fountain. Thousands were there for the annual festival of the guardians. I was enjoying myself just basking in the noise and making fun of any people who tripped while running away from scary costumed actors. That is until they got dragged under the ground by these "costumes". The ground suddenly turned into brown murky water under their feet and all we could do was watch as these "actors" dragged their screaming victim to the depths of h...

Sorry. I got carried away. No ordinary people could think up of such stuff.

But I'm not ordinary by any means.

Not after what I have done.

The festival of the guardians is.. sorry more like was the only festival that the people in my miserable town would go to. There was a festival every week glorifying everything from cinnamon to toilet paper. However, most of them don't even have attendance of more than Twenty. My town was and still is sad (for completely different reasons).

Now, the thing about me was that I am a partier of the highest degree. I go to any festival there is in my dull, grey and boring town. After all, I planned them all.

That's why I'm writing this in my first ever journal right now. I would forget everything in thirty days because of the curse placed on me after my first ordeal. I expect more and more curses placed on me until the end of time until I carry more weight than Atlas carries on his back.

I do not mind.

This is my penance.

-Hunter J. Crawley