What the hell even is there to say? These past months have left me speechless on a lot of fucking occasions but today. Shit went down. I'll just say that. Let me start with the relatively normal shit. Normal by comparison of course. So Nakayama has started to get...

  We're finally in Paris, supposed to be having a great time, playing Chess more competitively than I'll probably ever get to again, the crowd is clearly on my side, even the French and Russians. They want the title back for “us” and hell I can't even get too excited...

Well. Back again.   We were going non-stop for quite some time. After dealing with the idea of losing our old companions, they’ve decided to rejoin us, and at this point, if they want to or not, they’re stuck with us for awhile.   We made an attempt at Grabitze’s...

  I was all ready to write something to convey my despair. The despair so deep that I wonder idly if I can ever swim to the top again. Every week I'm getting dragged down further and I'm starting to think that it's beyond me, us, to ever break the...

  GODAMNIT.   As usual.   Right, to sum up. Arcadia sucks, Amical got all messed up by that bitch Titania, and Tyler is now some sort of crazy fox Fae King. Great. Now I gotta suck up to him so he doesn't go all Titania on our asses too....