Dwain’s Circle Report, PFC Jones
Note - I didn’t write this. I saved it from a thread on 4chan’s /x/ board a long time ago. Props to the Anon who wrote it, it’s one of the few creepypastas I can stand. Actually, this one is probably my favorite.
Also Note - This one makes a few references to the first Dwain’s Circle report, which I posted earlier. However, it is not necessary to read the other story to follow this one.
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Dwain’s Circle Report, PFC Jones
November 29, 2009:
Have been instructed to keep a journal while we’re here and turn it in for inspection at the end of deployment.
Don’t understand what’s going on. Told to prepare for three month deployment to unknown, potentially hostile location, called Dwain’s Circle. Is that a code name?
To top it off, we don’t even know how we’re getting there. It’s classified. They’re going to dope us up and then drop us off there; only the LT and Sarge know how to get there or back. Sounds like bullshit to me. Who the fuck dopes you up and then drops you in a potentially hostile location without telling you how you got there or how to get out?
Dwain’s Circle Report, Jane Trite
Note - I didn’t write this. I saved it from a thread on 4chan’s /x/ board a long time ago. Props to the Anon who wrote it, it’s one of the few creepypastas I can stand.
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Dwain’s Circle Report
Found: One (1) journal, bad condition.
Discovered: December 20, 2009
[The journal is badly worn; the red cloth exterior has bad sun and wind damage. Sand particles have been extracted from the pages. The journal entries have been copied here for official recording purposes.]
I make it a point to never get celebrity crushes, especially on forty-year old men. I suppose this man is the exception that proves the rule. I don’t know what it is about him, because he’s rather too skinny and isn’t that great looking, but I like him. Not only was he a fantastic Doctor, but he is also one of the best Hamlets I’ve seen.
(Source: nomorepostshere)
;D
(Sorry for the Who-related minispam. I promise my blog will be back to its regular, boring state for a long while after this.)
‘I turned another profit today. It’s been 48 straight days now. Do you think I’m anywhere close to the record?’ The woman was fair-haired, even though it could use a trim. She was the type of woman who kept her hair short for conveniences sake, and therefore it was at that unfortunate…
‘So what’s your rank today?’ Vic asked. We were standing shoulder to shoulder halfway through the Express Walkway waiting line, which was neither express nor a walkway.
‘Which one?’ This was our little daily ritual, the daily compare of rank.
Vic considered this for a moment, looking down…
Sorry, I know this isn’t the Observatory, although it was taken up there. I just wanted to say a few words about this picture.
I generally hate the way I look. I’ve hated my appearance since I was very young. Nevertheless, I love this photo. I don’t know what it is about it, but I think I look pretty for once. It’s such an odd feeling, I’m completely unused to this. I hope it doesn’t wear off soon, because not feeling bad about myself feels wonderful.
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