Snow Day 1: It may not be as bad as I feared. The natives, though somewhat restless, remain in high spirits and have not shown any signs of hostility toward me. In fact, they seem to be tolerating my presence quite well. We have plenty of supplies laid in, and I'm hopeful that this forced sense of togetherness will serve a greater purpose and will bring us closer together. It may not be as bad as I feared.
Snow Day 3: It is as bad as I feared. The natives, grown bored with me and all my "silly little games" have begin to turn their aggressions on me and even worse, on each other. Riots are happening regularly now. There is a definite sense of animosity in the air. Luckily, our supplies are holding strong, but I fear what might happen if staples begin to run low. There may be a free for all, or even worse, a revolt.
Snow Day 4: Things took a definite turn for the worse today as the in-fighting grew so great that it could not be contained. I've holed up in a seemingly safe place but my defenses are weak at best and I assume that their ability to break through is imminent. Also, several important supplies are beginning to run low and I fear for my safety.
Snow Day 7: The natives seem to be growing in both number and size. I know this is merely my exhausted mind playing tricks on me, but it really seems so. The natives have been able to break through my defenses and have surrounded me. Their demands, once gentle requests, grow with each passing hour. They ask for things I cannot give them, but I believe they know this. I believe they have resorted to mind games - emotional warfare if you will - and I feel myself weakening under this attack.
Snow Day 10: Supplies are at a critical level. Since the last time I was able to write, conditions have deteriorated rapidly. The natives are definitely in charge now, and although the in-fighting has been kept to a minimum, that is only because they have decided to pool their own resources on a full fledged attack on me. I fear for my safety and my life, and I do not know when or if I will be able to write again.
Snow Day 12: Abandon hope, all ye who enter here...