August 31, 2012

I wrote a journal entry today.

It was awesome.

September 15th, 2012

Swert turned 25. The world heralded an era of peace for a thousand years.

Then Swert woke up.

February 31st, 2012

I had one of those 'omg' moments when I realized my calendar was broken.

It was not cool.

[Please don't link to pictures with watermarks for sites with commenting systems. -Takuma Nuva]

October 20th, 1934:

Over the past week, the attempts on my life have become more audacious, culminating in yesterday's bombing on the train. My heirs are both dead, and I fear for the sanctity of a nation without our ancient, royal guidance. The castle has become a prison, I have been betrayed, so much like poor [covered by drop of blood] Myshkin, by my very own people. And even now I can hear them coming, footsteps on the stairwell, a relentless pursuit. They haunt my dreams; I do not even know when I merely imagine them, and when they are truly here. They are always here, already here.

I shall die within the week, this much I know: I must face my death nobly, and accept the injustice of God and thes [pen's ink trails off here, remainder of the page covered by blood]

(God this is overdone.)