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I Don't get it
After a lengthy wait at the Roadhouse, and the smell of charred human flesh was no longer potent in the air, we continued through the secret tunnel in the store room to find this weird tree. It had a smoky and horned, maybe demonic figure hanging from it before the witch made the very bad choice of trying to 'harvest it.'
It took us to where Win was, this cold and desolate place, the bitter climate was harmful, but an odd, mentaly harmful. I drank the vial of 'definitly-not-a-healing-potion' and came out feeling like a part of myself was more durable for just the rest of the evenings tribulations.
We fought lizardthems, but i'm actually more worried about what might happen to Winward and possibly even Edo. But nowhere near as worried as the path I asked Selûne to put me on.
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The Second Month
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Next Day.
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Fuck Today!
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Does Death Determine Docility?
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Crushing my Spirits
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Oh. I Think We're Fucked
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Well *I'm* not Fucked
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Clearing Through the Mind Fog
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I Don't get it
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Castle Crashers
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I Cant do this Alone.
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The Journal Entry’s title
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What a Trip
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"What a terrible fate you must endure"
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The Journal Entry’s title
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It's Been a Day
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The Journal Entry’s title
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