[Just a note, this is a late entry from the event...]Ten years. I can barely believe it. How did that much time pass so quickly? How old was I...twenty-eight? Feels like a lifetime ago ( Read more... )

Where's Nate.

Don't think I'm fooled by that thing that looks like him. I don't care who runs this place, if he's hurt I swear I'll-

...

Nate, if you hear this, come home. Please.

[Prepare yourself for a barrage of emotions, guys. I know this is late, but I wanted to wait awhile since Elena thinks Nate can take of himself most of the time

Well, that was a barrel of laughs. Anybody out there hurt or in need of assistance? Unless you happen to be named Nathan Drake and/or abandon people to skip off somewhere safe, I'm more than willing to help out ( Read more... )

Umm...alright then, I guess I should get down to business.

Hello everyone, I'm Elena Fisher. I'm a reporter and...a friend of Nate's, since it seems like a lot of people know him here. Does anyone have any useful information about this place? I'm a newcomer, so anything you can tell me would be helpful.

{WARNING: THE FOLLOWING ENTRY ISN'T FUNNY OR CLEVER. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.}

Oh my god...Nate? Where am I? Last thing I remember was...oh hell...Nate, are you out there?

[muffled cursing]

-No camera, no wallet, no money...

If this is some stupid joke-

[more muffled cursing]

HEY, IS ANYONE OUT THERE?