I think I’ve joined a gang.

Finally, after what seemed like years of being trapped and blind and screamed at (okaaaay, it was only a day, but still!) I was saved! After so many people had screamed at what I assumed was the sight of me, there was someone who cared. They introduced themselves as @[Zero Peach]. I couldn’t see them or talk to them, but I just knew they had come to my rescue. After trying to feed me through the bandages, Zero introduced me to their friends @[Nevada Turquoise] and someone I think was called Bitch Teen? It seems like a strange name but beggars can’t be choosers, right?

I had to trust that these guys had my best interests at heart, even though I couldn’t talk to them. They seemed to think it was super cool they were friends with a mummy, so I did my best to play the part, holding my arms out and stumbling about. Although, I must admit, the stumbling was not intentional. I couldn’t see.

So my new friends led me somewhere I also couldn’t see. I was either being kidnapped or rescued. I couldn’t tell. I started to point at my mouth to try and tell them to help me speak, but that message might not be clear. In the meantime, I’m trying to establish a psychic connection with Zero to see if they’ll understand my predicament.

This group keep referring to a gang. I wonder what that’s all about?

Well, this is a surprise.

There I was, minding my own business and taking a nap inside my local museum’s sarcophagus collection. The next thing I remember is waking up in a dark room. At least I think it was dark. I was wrapped head to toe in bandages and trapped inside the very sarcophagus I was previously napping in. Obviously, I tried to tear the bandages from my face. I couldn’t see a thing! But they were stuck tight. So I did what any reasonable person would do.

I stepped out of the box, to hear what could only be described as a choir of ear-splitting shrieks. I stumbled about the area but soon fell to the ground.

At present I am taking up residence beside the sarcophagus, in a room which I assume is some sort of exhibit. Every so often I hear the voices of people, so I rush towards them to ask them to free me. Problem is, I can’t see or speak and before I can ask them for help screams fill my ears.

I’m lonely, hungry and completely helpless. I would love for someone to save me and help me get revenge on whoever did this.