A few notes of my hero’s life:
I never chose to be a heroine, but I can’t remember being anything else.
It’s amazing how much I write in this diary!
I may be lost, but I’m definitely making good time.
I don’t always make grievous errors of judgement, but when I do I write proudly about them in my diary.
Just figured out that the wind is caused by the trees waving. Your design, Most Righteous One, never ceases to amaze me.
Witnessed a describable event, but was too lazy to write it down.
Heard a little girl screaming. I ran to the rescue, but it turned out to be a grownup cowering from a tiny spider. Luckily he gave me 97 gold coins not to tell anyone.
My health is good, my weapon is sharp, and my armor is shining brightly. Bring it on!
Unintentionally stepped on a butterfly. Really hope the future is not in danger.
I’ve heard that the best defense is a good offense. Therefore, retreat must be the best attack!
You know, I have nothing to write about. Make something happen, Soul Supreme.
A silly yellow bear gave me a hug, restoring several pixels of my health.
They say the hand is quicker than the eye… That explains why there are so many black eyes.
Tried to follow the road to success, but it was under construction.
Took time out from my busy schedule of death and destruction for a spot of knitting (crocheting).
My legs are sore from walking everywhere. Almighty, can you teach me how to teleport? Pretty please?
Should I worry that I’m more concerned with writing in my diary than with what’s happening around me?
Picked a dandelion and blew on it for luck. Not a good idea when facing into the wind.
My wounds seemed to have evaporate into thin air … looks like all that praying paid off.
Time to get back to my mission.
Sold everything in my inventory. It’s good to be rich!
Ouch! How is it that the pages in my diary are sharper than my weapon?
The doctor told me to take a long hard look at myself, so I did. Hello gorgeous! Looking good, Brekkana!
Found a clearing in the forest filled with wildflowers and songbirds. Remained a while and offered thanks to the Almighty for creating such beauty.
There are heroes and superheroes. And then there’s me!
Trouble seems to be around every corner. I’d better just go straight ahead.
Nobody told me that there’d be days like these.
Saw a bookworm eyeing my diary. Told it to shove off and mind its own business.
Absolutely no one to fight with. What a pity… Anyway, teleportation to the city was nice.
Back on the warpath.
I’ve decided to live every day as if it’s my last. After all, it often is.
I’m sorry my Lady, but my last few entries were complete lies. I just wanted my life to seem more interesting.
Breathed in. Breathed out. I’m running out of things to write in my diary…
I wonder if anybody else has ever written these exact words in their diary?
Thought about writing something wise, but decided against it. Why break the trend?
Decided to stop killing time and start killing monsters.A d d i n g e x t r a s p a c e s t o f i l l u p t h e d i a r y f a s t e r . . .