Brodcasting

The Poet has news.

The last post was from a outer sea signal disturbance.

And lucky for me, it meant no serious damage to my connection to you all.
But however, four new people has joined me. One of which is not living, but dead. Dressed and propped up as the man from Texas. That died. His shirt read "LAUGHTER IS THE BEST MEDICINE, RIGHT JOHNNY". I haven't heard of this Johnathan person, but rather think we met in a past life. The second was a drifter who looked a bit pale, but is resting in the lower deck. Finally we have a gibbering masked fellow who ran around after me before I shoved these brown pills in his mouth. A few seconds later, his mouth started foaming and he fell on the ground, knocked out. I have 15 left in a jar, and the jar is marked "For a Lacking Man". I don't understand it, but I hope to figure it out.

Goodbye.
SWEET DREAMS. JOHNNY.