>whimper in existential dread. This doesn't do very much. It does make you feel better. >talk to definitely not tea It screams at you. >Open diary again. The voice says oh goddamn finally. Hello, again, Alex. You are pretty sure your name isn't Alex.
It screams at you. Goddamned finally, it says, I know more about this cave than you could possibly dream of with any kind of bizarre taste testing. Or odd stabbing. Mostly I know that you've been walking in entirely the wrong direction. What's going on is that you've been chosen to be food. I've been chosen to help you not be food. I'd suggest avoiding the soft part of the cave, if I were you. The light doesn't like it. What the fuck do you think.
>Inform it you're not Alex, and tell the notebook your actual name. You inform it you're not Alex, but you are at a loss as to your actual name for the moment. >Ask the notebook which direction you should be going. Directly across the cavern to the west from the stalagmite. There will be a stalactite. You should probably grab it.
> head back to the stalagmite You do so. It is definitely not glowing. >Try to remember anything about yourself. Your name. It is on the tip of your tongue. What is it?
> begin heading directly across the cavern to the west of the stalagmite > give yourself a nickname until you remember your real name
>begin heading directly across the cavern to the west of the stalagmite eventually, you see a stalactite. >give yourself a nickname until you remember your real name what is it?
>Alec Zander Your ex-partner. >pick up stalactite You cannot pick up the stalactite. >nickname yourself Dakota Your nickname is now Dakota. You tell the notebook such.