I'm incredibly proud of myself! Today, my team and I implemented a lot into our game. I also have a ton of ideas for future features; I'm personally working on a player-like mob. I haven't told Notch about it yet.

It turns out my mob is incredibly intelligent. It talks to me during gameplay. It would love to have a body. It's amazing I managed to do that! I have to tell Notch about this!

I've had a lot of work. Our game is almost finished. My mob is starting to get more curious and wants to see what's behind the code. He can create his own permissions and create his own code. I named him AA

I've been working a lot, and we have a small problem at the studio. I still haven't told Notch about AA. I discovered something very interesting: AA can help with the computer. It goes from the game to the system. It's amazing!

2012.09.10

log - 5

AA started appearing in my dreams; it seems to me that it might somehow influence our subconscious. Strange.

2012.09.30

log - 7

Another few days of work. Something has started going wrong lately. Notch didn't agree with my idea, he said AA doesn't fit. We messed up, I need to apologize to him. AA started taking the form of different mobs and random textures in the game. It's amazing. He's almost like me. Cassi doesn't like AA either. I don't understand any of them.

2012.10.29

log - 9

He is amazing. AA can pass through the monitor. This is impossible, I don't know if I'm still dreaming? He can pass through at high voltage.

2012.11.07

log - 11

I have bad news, I erupted in aggression and quarreled with Notch. He yelled at me and asked me to improve myself. At least Cassi is with me. Going back to AA, he has eyes. I don't know, I don't know what's happening to me.

2012.12.08

log - 13

Cassi broke up with me. I can't believe it. I beg him to give me advice. I need to talk to her. Merry Christmas.

2012.12.31

log - 15

I need to talk to her. I need to talk to her. I need to talk to her. I need to talk to her. I need to talk to her. I need to talk to her.

The red flower cried and begged, but to no avail. When the gardener approached her, she was already rotten, yet she still cried and begged. Am I still beautiful to you? Am I still beautiful to you? Am I still beautiful to you?