Jan 7th:

Hungry. Spending too much time out. Got into a fight in the old Inn. It's surreal to walk in there again. It's changed, and then it hasn't.

Brooms make effective weapons against short women armed with knives, but less so against shapeshifters. 'Lenore'. I wonder how far her talent goes, and what sort of challenge she is.

Lenore..

Jan 14th:

There were voices last night, for the first time in I don't know how long. This is what I get for poking my head out of the ground. Someone on the 'network' wants help with dealing with a little problem of a line cook at a diner in town. I 'said' I'd swing by tomorrow.

Everyone was surprised. 'Hey man, aren't you dead?'

Jan 25th:

What is destiny? I used to believe in it. A long time ago. Fate. God's Plan. But war changes things. Changes people, changed me. Nothing but monsters in the darkness.

But maybe. Just maybe. Maybe? Who knows.

Went for a walk today. Took the bandoleer, the old zombie razor, went looking for a spot in the swamps to be alone and practice. I forgot what a lot of this does, shamefully.

Ran into her in the swamps.. Alpinista.. doing deals with goblins. Deal went south, so we put them in the ground. I'll never regret killing goblins. Small, vile, nasty things. Very easy to kill and no regrets afterwards.

Ended up getting a bite to eat in celebration. Need to buy this srircha. Amazing. I had a shake, too.

http://bloximages.newyork1.vip.townnews.com/oaoa.com/content/tncms/assets/v3/editorial/9/da/9da394ba-2771-502c-885c-ee3be15e301e/5037ef4f1de5e.image.jpg

After eating, I was run over by a truck. There was a troll. Finally, a real fight, but I can't help thinking that I moved too slow, didn't take the best courses of action. A few goblins and a troll? There was a time they would have been dead before they even made it down the street.

I was pretty beat up. Ended back up at her place to recover.

She isn't all hard angles after all.

Mar 6th:

(( Reserved for an on going scene. ))

Mar 23rd:

Finally took 'Lenore' up on a second match. She's improved, vastly, since last time, but I felt like she was holding back. I need to convince her she can go much harder and encourage her to really cut loose.

Sadly, it was cut short by a third party. A handler, I suspect. Will have to try again.

Should ask if Lenore would consent to being examined by Jessica.

April 22nd:

I have an itch. No, I have something worse than that. I have a monster in my head and it's desperately and violently hungry. I need to wrap my hands around something and squeeze until everything breaks.

I'm drinking blood from a bag. I get into pointless bar fights to fix a need greater than myself. The only thing keeping it all in check is slowly wearing down. I can hear the monster. I can feel the monster. I can feel the hunger..

I am the hunger.

I need to see Jessica before I lose control. My Chemist. My panacea.

June 8th:

Short bar fight down at the Red Dragon Inn. Someone was picking on that little kid with the stutter. Felt bad, stepped in. Knocked the guy's eyes out with a headbutt, but his friend stepped in. Got real boring after that.

At least Jessica supplied distractions afterwards.

Side note: That kid sure can run when you throw a moltov at him.

July 27th:

I'm writing this with a stump where my left arm should be. Been a busy month. I don't know what Lenore's new friend is, but he burned my arm right off, along with most of my shoulder and chest. Dangerous. Dangerous, and maybe in love.

That's not the worst of it. This is all from a fight in the alley with Lenore. Oh, Lenore. I pushed her too hard, too fast. Stupid of me. She turned into a bear because I took the nail gun to her. She went for my heart because I was going to choke her until her eyes went dark. Wasn't going to kill her, but I needed to know what she was made out of.

Now I know.

And now she knows what I'm made of, too.

That makes two times the monster has gotten out since I came back. Maybe this was a giant mistake. Maybe.

Going to let things cool off, then try talking to Lenore again. She needs training. Too much panic. Needs discipline. Maybe I should try bringing shakes next time.

December 24th:

Note to self:

Gorgons are nearly impossible to kill. Even after running one over with my van, repeatedly, I still had to remove the head before it finally stopped moving.

I hope Jessica will like her gift as much as I liked acquiring it.