March 10, 10:32 A.M, 8016
No one ever comes back if they stray pass the border, they never come back. My name is Jack and I am going to find out why no one ever comes back, and write it down in this here journal. I have packed food for a week in my bag and I have my camera hanging across my chest. Today is the day I go into it! Wish me luck! I will write more when I get past the border.
March 10, 12:00 A.M, 8016
Okay I am about a mile out into the wilderness and I have not found anything living except for the trees and grass. Wait! I see a clearing up ahead! It's a................village? People in normal looking outfits roust food and live in little huts. They look like the people who went missing here! Okay, so I just said hi to one of the dudes and he was like hey a new person! So now I am walking across hot coals as part of a ritual! OMG after that they gave me the biggest house they have and a feast of food! This is amazing! I am never going to leave this place! There's no money, no politics, just tons of wildlife in pens. This is why no one ever comes out of border. They are too greedy to keep this place to themselves.
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