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"Note, changing account to: TimeClavell, ONLY EDITS FROM THIS ACCOUNT ARE VALID."
-He'd take out his quill, huffing lightly before dipping it into his small ink pot before placing it to the paper-
"Firstly to whoever is reading this besides me, come on man, that's frickin' rude, go away."
"So, I fought "Frogman" today, pathetic. I caught him attacking Hawk. I don't remember the full details, due to the knock-out gas. But I do remember him shooting Hawk with what seemed to be a flintlock pistol, so I will be hunting for him later."
DAY 1 OF THE HUNT.
"So, I finally tracked Frogman down to the bar in Port Sarim, I knew I couldn't make my move there, but I was in luck when the rest of the patrons left, that's when I attacked. The pathetic mongrel ran, pathetic. I knew I wanted my revenge, in his blood or something else, then I had my idea."
"So I'm writing this from the docks, sitting down listening to the beautiful crackling of fire as they burned in front of me. Bliss, it couldn't get much better. Although, that shingling from the rooftops may change that."
DAY 2 OF THE HUNT
"Still no sign of the Frogman, by now I'd give up, normally. But I must be persistant. I decided to head to Al-Kharid, I plan on getting help at the "Academy of Heroes". I just need a little training, I write this from the gates of the Academy."
"Frogman's days are numbered."
DAY 3 OF THE HUNT
"Guh. Training is a bore, I deicded to quit. I feel as if I can do well enough now anyways, so I went to see my old friend, who's an "engineer". Black market stuff, turns out he can make me some new armour, and protection against hand-to-hand blows. I thought "amazing", and bought me some. We tested it and suprisngly enough, It's lightweight, and does it's job well.
I headed back to Port Sarim, may as well see what's going, and the docks have already been rebuilt, I decided to ignore the fact that Gilenor has the best goddamned builders ever, and wait. Simply... wait."