Dear Joseph Mercer,

ur place sux

— Bev, the fluffy latex creature thing

THUNDER RESEARCH INCORPORATED STAFF EYES ONLY — UNAUTHORIZED COPYING, VIEWING OF THIS DOCUMENT WILL BE MET WITH DISCIPLINE.

"PROWLER-A" — FEBRUARY ██, 1982

Okay, so there I was; cleaning some stupid mess the previous test subjects left in the orphanage place or whatever, and that's when one of those Prowlers—the latex creatures who roam around and blah blah walked up to me and said "Wanna see a magic trick?"

I was not in the mood for this type of ████, but they did their stupid "magic trick" anyway. They then proceeded to take my broom, and break it in half. I don't think I wanna work down there anymore. I have been traumatized enough.

"JAKOB" — APRIL █, 1982

For the love of god, Dr. Jakob; I recommend you shut up about "The Elder One". (or as how I named them, Leslie) The whole office is sick and tired of hearing how much you love this damn big Dark Latex dragon. I have seen your drawings and journals about this damn thing. My eyes, they HURT. Some of the test subjects are EVEN starting to AGREE with you, which means bad for future experiments.

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW ANYMORE" — MAY ██, 1982

What do I title this? What do I even say? This entire facility and its recent operations have taken words out of my mouth. Just yesterday on the pool, the Squid Dogs and Pups made a ███████ pirate ship out of crates, cardboard and objects found around the pool rooms. I swear to ███████ christ, each day I visit here it just keeps getting worse. Let's just say there was lots of scared fishes, screaming, throwing and more bull████ that me and the other employees had to witness. They did stop after one of us just threw fish at the ship.