Part 2: Log 1
She wasn’t sure what had possessed her to enter the tent in the first place. It seemed she had developed a morbid sense of curiosity since coming to Indieville. Or perhaps it was her newfound sense of daring. Whatever it was, something had compelled her to enter the back tent despite the ‘creepy/dangerous’ vibes and warning bells going off in her head. She pulled back the flap to the entrance, the bright lights from the outside amusements making it hard to see the interior for a moment. She let the flap drop and her eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom. What she saw made her heart drop.
All around her were cryptoids stuffed in cages, tanks and chained for display. Beings like the ones she saw everyday were present, looking worse than the starving children on tv charity commercials. And worse, there was the stream of gawkers who had no qualms with the whole thing. They simply ooo-ed and ahh-ed, or worse, laughed at the p