A SLOW, AGONISING JOURNAL, PT.3

24/05/24, 10:08pm:
We have now finished recording the bulk of the guitar tracks for the album, and intend to party like any other post apocalyptic rock n roll band; by eating a lukewarm half-tin of baked beans and then passing out before it’s even properly gone dark.

25/05/24, 8:32am:
This morning, we awoke to find that there’s now five of us. We didn’t hear this interloper enter in the evening, but that may be because of the noise from the generator that always seems to get worse when Tom’s asleep for some reason. Happily, this stranger doesn’t seem to be hostile; he calls himself “The Curator” , and is simply interested in gathering pre-war artefacts for his own personal collection. I suppose that’s what lead him to this studio.

Even more fortuitously, he happens to have a wealth of vintage recording equipment back at his museum, and has offered to help record the remainder of our album if we add what we’ve found here to his collection. We have accepted his offer.

10:30am:
The museum is situated inside the gift shop of what was once a large amusement park out in the countryside. Interesting bit of trivia; seems as if this particular park was used to host a reality TV show in the early 2000’s. From what I can gather, a group of “humbled” would be sent here and try to coexist, with there also being terrifying psychological and physical challenges they could undertake to earn…food? I think? For themselves and their companions. Winners seemed to be decided by public vote, whereas losers would be brutally murdered by the show’s park rangers.

Seems to be the most plausible explanation for all the skeletons hanging from the rollercoaster tracks, anyway.