pg 44, 45 / Bk 78
I am feeling utterly, utterly not like being rational at the moment. The things that have happened in the last many days have gone against all lists and organization and comprehension. So, now, instead, I am pouring my heart out to my journal as if it were a confidant and not a proper record.
Went to Jasper City, unfortunately Prof McWhirter was unable to be saved. In fact, I had to ask Chazzer to put him out of his misery in hopes of saving us all. While, if we'd been even a bit sooner I may have been successful, I simply wasn't. So the Prof is dead for truth, I asked that it be done, and the great beast known as the Master was unleashed anyway. I don't know how I know that it was a machine to create a portal, I simply know it was. There were signs and symbols through the cave and the small people that, for lack of a better term, I'm going to call Kashfans really mucked things up. My ego has been sorely bruised alongside most every other bit of me.
I am now in possession of a Pneumatic Pistol. I am glad for Chazzer to think of me with such a nice gift, but I am a little wary of where this leads my life. Had you said before my presentation that in only a few months time I would be in need of a Pistol I would have laughed at you soundly. Instead, I am here, pondering its lovely case and considering it not nearly enough. I fear I must do something about this Master and I haven't even the faintest what that may be. Oh, yes, I forgot to mention, we failed utterly to put down the beast. The only solace is that we few made it out with our own lives.
Since then I've hidden. Hidden in my research. Hidden in my family. Hidden my mind from these things I can do nothing about. So, here it is, I am a coward. And useless at that. Perhaps all I am good for is making quaint little devices with no real purpose but to amuse. Perhaps I should ask Addy to take me to his Rose's Montevalno and leave me there to be some eccentric artist of the machine. I simply cannot go back to Begma like this, knowing how small we are in the great scheme, and how useless I am in the face of such.
Well, that's enough of this, I need to work on my latest amusement, a gift Tally has asked me to build for Lord Uncle Basil.
(Facing page is a monkey skull set upon a mechanical 'body' with an assortment of buttons across its chest.)
Went to Jasper City, unfortunately Prof McWhirter was unable to be saved. In fact, I had to ask Chazzer to put him out of his misery in hopes of saving us all. While, if we'd been even a bit sooner I may have been successful, I simply wasn't. So the Prof is dead for truth, I asked that it be done, and the great beast known as the Master was unleashed anyway. I don't know how I know that it was a machine to create a portal, I simply know it was. There were signs and symbols through the cave and the small people that, for lack of a better term, I'm going to call Kashfans really mucked things up. My ego has been sorely bruised alongside most every other bit of me.
I am now in possession of a Pneumatic Pistol. I am glad for Chazzer to think of me with such a nice gift, but I am a little wary of where this leads my life. Had you said before my presentation that in only a few months time I would be in need of a Pistol I would have laughed at you soundly. Instead, I am here, pondering its lovely case and considering it not nearly enough. I fear I must do something about this Master and I haven't even the faintest what that may be. Oh, yes, I forgot to mention, we failed utterly to put down the beast. The only solace is that we few made it out with our own lives.
Since then I've hidden. Hidden in my research. Hidden in my family. Hidden my mind from these things I can do nothing about. So, here it is, I am a coward. And useless at that. Perhaps all I am good for is making quaint little devices with no real purpose but to amuse. Perhaps I should ask Addy to take me to his Rose's Montevalno and leave me there to be some eccentric artist of the machine. I simply cannot go back to Begma like this, knowing how small we are in the great scheme, and how useless I am in the face of such.
Well, that's enough of this, I need to work on my latest amusement, a gift Tally has asked me to build for Lord Uncle Basil.
(Facing page is a monkey skull set upon a mechanical 'body' with an assortment of buttons across its chest.)