PARADISA LOST

Dearest Ilpalazzo-sama,

Apparently some horror buff's dream has come true. As of currently, zombie-like creatures are outside eating flesh and making a whole lot of commotion. As I sit here cowardly, wondering what to do, I have made the realization that my not interfering could be an advantage. The more people die, the more likely we-

Wait a minute. Zombies are already dead aren't they? Ilpalazzo-sama, it's with a heavy heart that I take back my original statement. Out of my loyalty to you, I must stay alive.

In the meantime, I'm in need of security devices. Maybe the authority figure living across from my room has something?

There sure is a lot of violence and unrest around here for something that's supposed to be paradise.

I don't like it! It's no paradise when people are trying to kill each other! And also impregnate each other! (How the hell did that happen?)

Lot of grumps here too.



( private )

[food stains all over the page]

THIS FOOD IS FANTASTIC! I know I'm going to get fat and all after eating so much already, but tonight I really don't care. It's not often I get to eat such fancy food at a fancy party...actually it's not often I get to eat at all.

The punch tastes weird, though. Whether to drink more or find another beverage somewhere is currently being debated. No alternatives can be seen in sight.

Crap. Just spilled on the pages.

A Masquerade! What a strange, yet exciting invitation by someone I don't know. But these Masquerade things require big ball-gowns and masks, don't they? A look through my closet says I have neither of these. Not even a corset.

Do I have money? HOLY CRAP! I HAVE MONEY! Ilpalazzo-sama, I have been rewarded for my hard work! Could it be your spirit of generosity has also given me this invitation and I'll be seeing your face at the ball? Oh, my enthusiasm for you knows no bounds!

But in the meantime...

I CAN LEGALLY BUY NICE CLOTHING. IT'S SHOPPING DAY FOR EXCEL. ♪

[page has rips in some places from writing so hard]

YOU! INVISIBLE BOYFRIEND GIRL!

( Private to Misa )

Owww...I'm not sure when Ilpalazzo-sama built a trap door that could turn a body upside down, but I do admire the talent and time he must have put into it. Very admirable! His skills are becoming more and more top notch! Now to climb back up and...

...Aaah?

Where's the tunnel? And where am I? Wait, did I even fall down the trap door in the first place? Mm, think Excel, think. OWWWWW! That has got to be why my head hurts. And why am I writing everything I say and think into this? Oh, I know! I could use it to write reports for Ilpalazzo-sama. Perfect!

Entry number one. It doesn't look like a sewer in here to me. Looks more like I've been dumped into something that could be from the middle ages for all I know. [her handwriting suddenly becomes sloppy from not paying much attention] Hmm...Maybe if I ask someone, they'll help me find my way back up.