Dear Diary,

Today was hot. I ate some jam in the sun. A magical bunny sprung from the ground and threw this diary at me. It hit my head. The bunny looked crisp, you could almost say it was fried. It scarpered back into the grass and I followed it. I found a hole. I went in...

They are monsters, they make me model things and animate things. From what I can tell they are some sort of cult, ruled by one they call "Schtoofa" in this underground fortress. I am not to look into his eyes.

They are planning some sort of invasion, making maps and weapons and creating some sort of army. I made some things for their maps, they call them props. I started animating their character models today.

I shall plan my escape soon.

Goodnight Diary.

Innes.