Entry #1 - One day after The Vermillion Manor

Dear Diary,

I created life today.

I created LIFE today.

I'm getting ahead of myself. Today is the morning after we escaped that red mansion. I got one of them gifts again, and this time, hoo boy I'm getting giddy just thinking about it. So, a cob of corn slipped out my arms while I was lugging a bunch of them inside, and well, it changed into this... this thing. Now, I still don't know much about this beast, but from what I've seen, I am certain it's not one of God's creatures. It drags itself along the ground like a horse that's lost its back legs. It can launch its head far into the distance, and regrow a new one right in its place. It's mouth is like a cupboard of knives. It can fly, covering the sky like a goddamn cloud that's dripping with entrails. This thing is not supposed to be alive, this is a devil of my design. This is an abomination, this wasn't supposed to exist. What have I created?... What have I become?

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I'm a God.

This is what I have become.

Entry #2 - Two days after The Vermillion Manor

Dear Diary,

I looked back over my previous entry, and I think I'm being a little too hasty with the whole "I'm a God" thing. Gods don't have limits, and I am still restrained. I've found I can't create more than one of those beasts per day. Also, I've determined that there is only one of these things, the beast seemed to remember the things I taught it yesterday. Looking back, I forgot to mention that the beast and I did a little bit of experimenting. I tested its limits and figured out some of the things it can do. I taught it how to haul corn back to the house, and it did that again today without me having to teach it, hence why I think its always the same beast. I should probably think of a name for the big guy, calling it a beast feels derogatory... I'll think on it and get back to you tomorrow.

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But I am a God, right? I mean, by definition I created life. I am working miracles over here, I'm a modern day Jesus Christ... Was Big J a Contractor? Were these Harbingers around all the way back then?... What am I saying, I ain't a Christian, I should leave these questions to the Pope or someone.

Entry #3 - Three days after The Vermillion Manor

Dear Diary,

Charlie. I've named her Charlie. She's a sweet girl, my big candy corn if I do say so myself. Haha...

She's making farm work a hell of a lot easier. I've been riding her around place to place, having her fetch things for me, anything and everything I need. Course, I've only got her for two hours a day, so I've got to be careful with when I summon her. I'm also thinking I shouldn't summon her everyday, if another one of those Harbingers come around, I'm definitely gonna want her to be with me on the job. I mean, it should be fine for the time being, there were a good few weeks between the graveyard adventure and the mansion thing.

In other news, I'm running low on food. I don't think Charlie has to eat, but I feel bad for not feeding her, so I've been tossing her a bit of my lunch whenever I can, and, well, she eats a lot when she gets the chance. So I've got to mosey on down to the market tomorrow and buy a thing or two, might treat myself, I deserve it after all the progress we're making on the farm.

Entry #4 - Four days after The Vermillion Manor

DAMN IT, HUGH YOU BASTARD, YOU GODDAMN MORON YOU

Entry #5 - Six days after The Vermillion Manor

It's over. We buried him. Under the corn fields, that's where we put him, or what was left of him. He'll decompose soon enough, soon enough for him to be gone by the time anyone comes over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over now. He's gone.

Entry #6 - Eight days after the Vermillion Manor

Dear Diary,

This is my last entry here, I'm tossing you into the fireplace after I write this. I just... I need to get it out of my head. Maybe that'll help me get some sleep.

I went to the market, like I said I would. It was all fine, I bought my stuff and got out of there, just as I always do. I'm such a moron, I don't know why I brought her, there's no reason why I would've needed her but I... I just wanted to be able to summon her. Goddamn it, goddamn it all what was I thinking.

I ran into Hugh on the way home, and of course he did his usual thing of hollering nonsense from his tractor. First time I've seen him since I started doing these contracts... I think? God, I can't remember. I got angry, I tried to ignore him but I... No, I didn't try, I wanted to fight. And we did. And I lost. That's when the corn slipped out of my pocket, and Charlie... She saw me lying there, and she saw Hugh standing over me, and she... She killed him. Hugh is dead. Hugh is dead and we killed him.

I remember the look on his face, I saw the colour drain from his face as Charlie rose up from the earth. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't smiling. Then she attacked him, and in just a moment, he was split in two. Right down the middle of his stomach. It happened so fast, it all... Jesus Christ. Why am I sad, I hated that bastard with my whole damn heart! Why can't I just be happy about this whole thing! This is what I wanted! I wanted power! I wanted to bend the world to my will and I have done it now. I am a God of Life and Death, I have given and I have taken away. This is what I wanted. WHY AM I NOT HAPPY ABOUT THIS.

It was in the middle of nowhere, no one saw, no one knows. We lugged him back to the farm and buried him as soon as we could. Right under the corn fields. That's where we put him, he's still there, for now at least. Six feet under, that's where he is. I... I'm a murderer. And no one knows. People disappear all the time, and none of us give a damn about each other out here, so its not like anyone will miss him, right? I don't want to die like that. If this can happen to Hugh, it can happen to me. I don't want to die. I'm not ready. I don't want to die and be forgotten like that. I have to be remembered. I WILL be remembered.

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What have I become?

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I'm... I don't know anymore.

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Goodbye Diary. Tell Hugh I'm sorry if you see him down there.