Saturday, 26-Jan-86 The fight in the Last Supper Club did not go well at all, though it did give Mesta a chance to spread his para-psychic wings. While Sorena ripped apart a Dua-Sanaras Dhohanoid that had the lack of common sense to try to entangle him with his flailing tentacles,...

I am a soldier. I have faced the horrors of the Rapine Storm, kicked it in the face, and come back to tell the tale. I have embraced the teachings of the Eldritch Society, and been bonded with a Tager. I have become what my enemies fear, and I live...

There is absolutely no reason for this. It's a beautiful club. It's got a great sound system, a big dance floor, and a well-stocked bar, not to mention killer interior design and a host of hotties. Dhohanoids should not be messing with the Last Supper Club. But here they are...

Oatmeal with pepperoncinis and ranch dressing. Where does Sorena come up with these breakfast concepts? I know it's not like he's rummaging in that kitchen. My Nazadi boss planned this, went to the store with a list, cooked it with gusto, and now it's steaming in front of me. Lovely....

Hunting. It's in our blood. But it's especially in Romer's blood. It certainly seems like we don't need to worry about Mesta when things get hairy anymore. That wicked crater in the sidewalk is evidence enough of that. I know we were saving the Dua-Sans for Mesta, but it's hard...