Day 48:
Poor Gary (or "ABTechie 318" as he was forced to be called by ABEditor) withered away last night, so joins the heap of corpses over by the Main Server... Geoff (ABTechie 662), Steve () and Brian (Prescilla) started to eat Gary's rotting flesh yesterday.
I'm not sure how much more I can take. My fingertips have decayed from so much computer inputting that I'm hitting the keyboard with the bones.
I've had 3 hours sleep in the last 6 days...
"Make a 'My AnswerBank' section" he says, "Create an 'Editing Facility'" he says, "Tickle my chin with that feather duster again" he says.
I'm not sure how much more I can take. I've had to survive by killing diseased rats and savouring them for weeks.
He's alright, of course. Up there in his plush office, comfy chair and a never-ending supply of Crystal Guidelines-funded Jaffa Cakes.
All I ask is that he turns off the McFly album on repeat.
Hush! Must go! Can hear the steel boots of ABEditor and the jangling of his keys in the corridor - hope he hasn't brought the head clamp again...