Drunkeros’ Madagascar seemed like such a nice place with a normal sounding name, but we were wrong. Dead wrong. The horrors we faced on that island… I may never forget. Why, I still wake up with a shout in the middle of the night. Chad used to be able to comfort me but…I can’t even talk about it. I can’t even recount all that happened on this one telling. You will have to wait until I compose myself more before I can even begin to finish the tale of woe. Taken from the journal of Tad Chaderson.