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July 27, 2008
Quite a number of days have passed since I last wrote in my journal, and with them curses. I am sorry for my absence from the network; I've been rather absorbed in my work as of late ( Read more... ) -
July 15, 2008
These curses are much worse than I first thought, now that I am experiencing them myself. My first curse was certainly something to remember - I needed a few days to recover, even. Being in a harem... that's the most humiliating experience I have ever endured. Now I wish all the more that Satine might come here, or that I might go back home and ( Read more... ) -
[Not Dated]
I have woken up early today, so I could watch the sun rise over the desert. No matter how many times I watch it, it will always be a magnificent moment. It is a good way to start the day, for it is an untouchable moment which makes the daily hardships of life so much easier to bear. I must say that I like a sunny day at any of its moments. It gets ( Read more... ) -
June 29, 2008
A lot has happened since I wrote my last entry, though it seems that such is the routine in this City. Curses happen every few days, and so they did. First, a lot of people were sick, of poison, as it turned out - though they all seem to have recovered, thank God - and then some first heard a strange music and then turned into mice, which prompted ( Read more... ) -
June 22, 2008
[Private || Hackable like a hackable thing]I believe I have experienced my first 'curse' yesterday. I happened to take a walk around the City, and what I witnessed was talking beasts and household objects. My walk turned out short because of this, as the beasts didn't seem of friendly disposition. Some of them seemed quite comfortable with their ( Read more... ) -
June 20, 2008
I have met a lot of new people yesterday. Well, most of them I didn't exactly 'meet', but I talked to them through the 'network', as it is called. I met a man with my face and talked to another who mistook me for someone named Sam. A young woman named Abby granted me shelter; as of right now, I am living with her and her flatmates, who also seem ( Read more... ) -
November 30, 1899
I have woken up and find myself a stranger in a strange land. A city I have never been to, with buildings unlike any I have ever seen and strangely clothed people on its streets. I believe I must be in a land of magic, for the typewriter I am using - also unlike any I have ever seen - does not have paper, but a slate on top on which letters appear ( Read more... )