LOG - 06052026 It has 8een twenty sweeps since that fateful fight. It has 8een ten sweeps since I extinguished all remaining life in this system. Now, it has 8een one sweep since the light of Skaia 8egan dimming out. Scrolling the endless, mindless repetitions of digital data within my palmhusk, I stum8led upon this site. It intrigued me; no sign of it had ever appeared 8efore, and yet like the sirens call, it allured me further in. In silence, I scrolled through the identities of the endless possi8ilities that existed here. Of old friends who hadn't aged a sweep, and those who are remarka8ly much older. Only one thing screams to me; "You need to test their com8at capa8ilities, and understand their mettle." If at all else, if there isn't an interesting fight, it would at least 8reak the growing monotony of the sweeps passing 8y; doing your daily repetitions, mastering every stroke of the 8lade, keeping it sharp against the stone. There's only so long 8efore you crave the sparks and cracks of conflict again. Now, you've taken up writing a diary in pu8lic; just like your ancestor, perhaps, though you've long since moved on from that insecurity and made your own niche. You figured it would 8e easier to convey the literature of your life to the masses instead of writing a massive 8ook. Modernization is good. Sitting in this tar trap of a session, isn't. Until next time.
i like fighting!!!
its ok! it wont be the first time ive died duelling a vriska :) my kismesis and i have killed each other over and over and over!!! mostly me killing her though ;) #suggestive