I just ate what I think was a horrible potato made of mould from Taco Bell. I’ve informed my fellow competitors that if I fall to the floor convulsing and foaming that they have permission to call 911 and the paramedics may remove me from the student centre on a stretcher. Otherwise, I still refuse to go Outside.
Everyone has gotten pretty quiet as we head into our eighth hour of physical captivity at the University. Still, being held financially and corporeally prisoner for the last 26 days has had the effect of hardening us up. Our solid cage now matches the meta-physical one we’ve been held in for nearly a month, and the only difference is a harder seat.
Iain and Aleks are watching the Princess Diaries. Rachael is playing Nintendo online. Nick is reading a magazine. Darrell is playing the guitar. Kate is moping in her room, trapped in another prison separate from her friends. Jimmy the Greek just closed, and our food options have dwindled to six.
Aleks just got ice cream. Now Nick is in line to do so as well. Mouldy potatoes aren’t enough to keep me from my first love. So ends this instalment.
Yours in Deliciousness,
York_Hostage
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