so here goes nothing, my first journal entry: its a message to those i knew, lived, died, fought and killed alongside in the highest room in the tallest tower out on a branch or deep down in the dungeon of accumulated chi and even in the room where nomatter when; the sun always smiled upon us.
i give my voice a form and reach out to them: RayXartmon, Fartmeister (you know who you are), The Beast King and Raimi the steel.
Hear my "plea" for i give you this suggestion: lets make it so to set aside least one week-end a month in the spirit of the adventure, in the name of the blood filled night, the swirling ley lines across the continent.
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