Dear Diary,
Well, it’s been quite a while since my last entry — ten years, to be precise. Oops! I guess I just got sidetracked, or spent a whole lot of time procrastinating. Not that a descendant of the fabled recappers would ever do such a thing, you understand.
The strange thing is, I don’t actually remember anything that happened during that time — it’s all a black blur. Almost like I never experienced the entire decade at all! Weird, huh? Anyway, today was apparently my birthday, and as soon as I awoke in the…uh…”cozy” caravan the gypsies had been so kind to provide me, Theresa told me to come visit her on the wooden bridge overlooking the camp. With my trusty pooch (who I’d affectionately nicknamed “Fucker”) at my side, I made my way through the camp and met with Theresa, who hadn’t changed her clothes in the ten years since we’d first met. Those robes must have things living in them by now. 
Theresa told me that the day had finally come for me to set out on my quest of vengeance. She also advised me to check out the chest in front of my caravan, into which she’d deposited a few items that “might prove useful”. These so-called “useful items” turned out to be a rusty sword and crossbow, a placebo health potion (no, really, it actually had “placebo” written on it!!) and a spade. Thanks, Theresa! I may not be able to cut off Lucien’s head with the rusty sword, but I can probably infect him with tetanus instead!
The final gift Theresa had for me was a mysterious emblem she called the Guild Seal. She said all the Heroes used to carry them, like that’s of any use to me. Maybe they’re the heroic equivalent of a member’s card? She also said something about being able to speak to me through it. Oh hell no, I felt like telling her. Sure, I don’t mind you getting in touch to tell me how to solve a difficult puzzle or to tip me off about a hidden item somewhere, but I seriously DO NOT want your ancient voice chiming in to nag me about something when I’m at a critical moment with some hot young adventurer I met on the road. Still, it could be worse — I could have an annoying fairy flying around my head and pointing out the blindingly-obvious, for instance. How irritating would that be?
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