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[qender]

Februrary 23, 2:20 am. My crew is starting not to trust me anymore. I made a mistake making everyone push on during the storm, we almost lost two of our party when we became separated by the snow. Supplies are running low. I've been thinking about turning back. We made remarkable progress up the north side in the first two days, and I fear it was

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[basilisk666]

sounds tough. Sucks to be you. I'm happy I'm not stuck in your mind. What the hell are you talking about? I have a feeling it's from Star Trek.

[qender]

Eh, it was more of a reference to the traditional dramatic idea of a "journal".

[basilisk666]

oh yea, but if I treated this one like that I would have all of my ideas and my dreams and thoughts stolen. So I treat it more like a place to act equally as crazy as I usually do.

[qender]

huh? who stole what now?