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(Hmmm. I don't know whether to chose the HP boost or pack mule: Higher HP allows Chauner to actually participate as a front-line soldier and not worry about dying nearly as much (dodge makes him far more resilient then one would first presume), but Pack Mule is sort of adding his shtick of hauling.)

A large, hunched figure slowly came into view, and though the dimness of the light made it especially difficult to see, it was clearly not human in shape. The fearful adventurer braced himself for combat, yet stood there confused as it did not attempt to attack him. A closer look showed the outline of a greatcoat trailing on the floor...was that, Hugo?

Zanzetkuken suddently came into the room, followed by the rest of the group. They conversed with the warped man, and Propman eased himself, and stepped out of the shadows to meet the party. His face showed a great deal of guilt and regret, and he set down his weapon in front of the giant wolf-man.

"I- I-... I apologize, everybody, especially you, sir."

He tucked down his hat so as to conceal his eyes in shame.

Might I inquire about the proper way to prepare chicken with cola, then?

I just mixed a can of the stuff with BBQ sauce before heating it, cooling it, and then applying it to the chicken, but I bet there's more sophisticated ways of doing it out there.

>Order the construction sunshine generators in order to produce moonstone and sunstone.

>Build a skyscraping tower out of sunstone and moonstone, and plant flowers at the pinnacle. It shall be the Capital City of Flowers in the Sky.

>Contemplate what went wrong.

Day Entry 2, 5:28 P.M.?

Bah, attempting to count this journey in days is a pretty worthless effort if I say so myself. But anyways, second entry, and by the hells has this day been surprising. It started when I led the group I found through the dessicated bathroom and into a diner containing that Hungry Pumpkin bloke, you know, from the educational game. We managed to feed that fat sack polygons and get him to leave, leaving us with a viable source of food (oh, and the faceless ninja who constantly kept drunk also found some sushi as well, props to him), but also with one less stable leader. Hugo was apparently bit by werewolves back at the room where the group was ambushed by them, and seems to have become a lycan in the process. I've fled from the scene, and am once again alone as I leave the party to react to the situation themselves. By Christ, if they don't want to shank me when I meet up with them, if I meet up with them, I'd be thankful, but for now I might have shot myself in the foot.

Oh, if any of you blokes from back there are reading this and have pried it from my slimy, traitorous fingers, know that I sincerely apologize for my course of action. Evidently, if you were the one that murdered me, I stand by my opinion that you in fact overreacted to the situation.

-Propman


He had finished scribbling another entry into the sketchbook. He sighed, the draft within the room being the only audible noise. The atmosphere of this room, though dark, was the most familiar to him going by background, and he felt at ease, even knowing that he was probably surrounded by danger. Propman wondered if this ordeal was engineered in order to force him to become a more pious man, and quickly shook his head at the thought.

"... ... ..."


The young man attempted to say something witty and ironic pertaining to his situation, but could muster nothing out of his mouth.