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18:27 Shared a campfire with a hooded figure in a black robe holding a scythe. He didn’t talk much, just pointed at me quietly.
02:43 The Croquet Mullet tapped me on the shoulder and politely reminded me that we were still fighting. I’ll be right back, diary.
11:03 Destroyed one stone with two birds.
Wait… I messed it up, didn’t I?
11:00 I may not have much of a head on my shoulders, but I’d like to keep it there. Goodbye, Glutton For Punishment!
10:55 If looks could kill, I would be a weapon of mass destruction.
19:03 Tried to get a brain transplant. Was rejected.
02:09 Ah, Los Demonos. Brimming with life and fascinating culture… Just like the bottom of my rucksack.
07:08 Saw a dead heroine who had lost all her equipment. Covered her politely with strategically placed fig leaves.
08:36 My “Wanted” poster on the city gate said “At Large.” Corrected it to “At San Satanos.”
21:02 Felt a burning desire to disassemble the wonderbox. Found something unbelievable inside — a scroll with instructions on how to get a premature level up!
20:06 Bah! The deodorant I just used is actually a can of Aura-be-gone! Not only have I lost my aura of immortality, I smell a bit musty.
13:51 They say a good smack to the head can make you speak other languages. Je ne crois pas à ces sornettes…
19:47 Wow, déjà vu! Must be a glitch in the system.