23 (re-initialized to 0 since mass memory loss)
I seriously questioned my motives today (for the first time in my entire existence) while carelessly firing at yet another hideous monstrosity bent on killing me and my companions. I began to wonder why we were mercilessly hacking through our opponents as we tend to do. Were we not the invaders in this situation? For all we knew, these creatures had lived here for most of their pathetic lives and were just defending their home against an unprovoked attack! (No matter how ruined and altogether depressing their home was.) I quickly fell into despair as I thought about what blood thirsty monsters we had all become and gave up fighting.
Luckily, I came back to my senses when Gord, the clumsy buffoon that he is, smacked me with his battle ax and reminded me of why I do what I do every day. TREASURE
. These suckers were living in an abandoned city in the middle of a lake! They were bound to have some loot and I was bound to claim it as my own.
Unluckily, I was shortly thereafter attacked by a [CENSORED
and I was humiliatingly beaten within an inch of my life.
Luckily, the new comer to our group (who honestly scares the crap out of me) and Lexar patched me back up easily.
Also, import to log at this point, was that today I have come closer to fulfilling my dream of owning the power stones than ever before. Today I ACTUALLY HELD THEM
IN MY OWN TWO HANDS
. It felt so good… so empowering. I must have them again!! I WILL
have them again… That Gord can’t keep his eyes on them forever. He has to sleep at some point… I don’t care if it drives me mad, but I will have those stones when everything is said and done.
Finally, there was something said about a Ghost Lord? Something something something? I am not really sure, I tend to zone out when my companions start to ramble on about ‘important’ sounding things, or really anything that doesn’t involve treasure for that matter.
>END LOG; COMMIT TO MEMORY