July 27th: Mister President? Who does he think he is talking to? If you ask me, it should be Madam Olly! As soon as I get the key to this lunatic's house, he will be answering to me, and if he refuses to answer to me, he can answer to some bullets out of my assault rifle.
July 27th, 9:00pm: Well, that did not work out as well as planned. The town was pretty dry, and I did not get to free too many souls, mostly because the children ran away.
July 28th, 12:30am: The place was dry as I said... But I found another place... Whoa... What t- | END. The last few words of the journal were scribbled out.