The idiot-guardian who made this place destroyed, or unmade or whatever, OUR universe and cod-knows how many others. And somehow brought us here to play with. Nobody fucking knows anything else, but we can't fucking leave this little hellhole, so get used to it.

There's a note in the beginning of your journal, I guess you were too busy throwing things around to read it. Moron.

*Nevermind that he did the same thing.*