Subject, you say?
Such a horrid choice of these..."Icons". Really, the master could do with a bit of class.
No matter! While the master is currently...Well, not here, you do know what they say. That, and I have learned he has been neglecting this 'journal' of his for whomever knows what reason. For shame, son of Sparda, for shame. However, in a collected effort, we who act his his walking servants shall tend to its upkeep in his stead.
It has been a slow month since the master truly decided to touch this thing with any true content (for I beg his pardon, but links and mocking the stupid rarely truly count). I, apparently, am still 'fired', which suits me just as well. Someone must make sure Nevan is not corrupting the children, and the good Lord only knows what she must be doing to Cerberus when no one's looking. He's been wandering around with a doggy grin for weeks now. I fear for my sanity, being trapped here with that infernal she-beast.
Regardless. Day in, day out, the same grind dusk to dawn, as the master rarely goes on his little sojourns in the daylight hours, as I am sure you are all quite aware. He complains - Oh! How he complains. - At what little challenge there is in these 'jobs' anymore. Well, that is what he gets, after all. Never satisfied, that one. Give him what he wishes and all he can do is complain. And before I am raked across the coals for saying as such, let it stand that I would say it to the master's face, and he very well knows that it is true.
Of course, the master's lady companion is most pleasant, though he grumbles and whines about her, as well. Simply because she is not afraid to put him in his place. Well, it's not like the rest of us are honestly in a position to do so, beyond words. She, however...Oh, a lady after my own heart, she truly is.
And more and more the master withdraws from the public eye, because, he says, others 'bug the fuck' out of him. Honestly. Once again we are back to his needing some class. Well, that is all well and good master, but we certainly don't wish to be stuck with your grumbling and grousing and long face, either. Attempts, of course, have been made to rectify this, but the master refuses to listen. He's very stubborn, you know. I'd even go so far to say that he is a right old ass, and deserves a good kick in his own.
Nevan even offered her own special...'Services', however...I do not blame the master for looking as though someone told him Santa was dead. I'm afraid that is more harmful than helpful.
Oh, for the love of- What are those brats doing now? Honestly, turn your back on them for two seconds, and they're raising a second Hell simply for attention. I suppose it's time for me to put this away, at any rate. No doubt this will displease the master. However, if he won't make use of it, we certainly will.
- Alastor, most faithful right-hand servant to the master