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Books, books, fucking books. I've wandered an otherworldly void for over a week, faced off in actual deathmatches, yet its reading these damn books that driving me crazy?

Light at the end of the tunnel though, I'll start training a group of bandits in a few days. One of whom has relentlessly mocked me about being a freak. I was told I can get get as rough as I want with my students, so let's just say I'm REALLY looking forward to that.

On another note, I think I hit the biggest jackpot I possibly could with these documents. There was never one solid piece, but multiple others collectively pointing to an armory underneath what was the prison warden's facility. It was an emergency vault only to be used in case of an armed uprising among prisoners and mutinous guards alike, which apparently happened on September 2nd of 2596. Only the warden was to have access, and used solely at their discretion for those they trust to arm. Thankfully, 100+ years under a crumbling building weakened it, so they were able to breach it.

So needless to say, the place was absolutely loaded with ammunition and ranged weapons, all perfectly preserved.


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