August 9th My therapist got me this stupid book because I'm supposed to "write down my feelings" or whatever. I really dont see how this will help. August 16th That old crad got mad at me for not writing down more things. You know what I feel? Fucking angry. Why should I take the time out of my day to break my fucking hands writing this much when I could be doing literally anything else instead? August 17th My hands still hurt. Fuck you. August 20th The school is going on this stupid field trip, and my ""mom"" is dumb enough to pay for this shit. I hate that old crone, I wish I could just live in the woods, or kill myself already. August 23rd Dumb bitch didn't realize the school trip took place on the same day as my therapy appointment. LOL Ugh just found out I'm gonna be stuck with these losers for a whole week. August 24th One of those shitty brats caught me writing in this thing and tried to make fun of me for it. Shut him up real quick. This is so BORING! All they do is talk about different monsters and they don't even detail how they can kill you. They just say "Here's the Penis Stealer, it looks like this, and it kills you if you get close to it. :)" Even that is cooler than what they actually say. August 25th Still BORING! The closest thing to cool they've done all trip was say "Bone Priest." Getting real sick of the nutrient slop they're feeding us. Update: Still so. fucking. boring. August 26th Something actually cool happened! We got to explore some old run down military base. They sanctioned off all the cool looking areas though. Would've snuck past, but the guards seemed a little... tense. August 27th It's boring, but now we're going the other way. I hate these jackasses. The teacher brought up a guy named Lazarus Lachance and all them turned to stare at me. One of those dickwads said I was related to that 16th century loser. Hopefully throwing that guy out the window stops anyone else from whining my direction again. August 28th Oh my god the Penis Stealer is real. Wanted to check out the Penis Stealer some more so I started reading a bestiary they had in the back of the bus. That's literally it. It steals your penis and parades it around on its head like a unicorn. August 29th Reading is my only escape from the fucking road trip songs. They ran out of things to talk about. Why can't it just be quiet. The Lazarus Lachance guy is actually pretty interesting. It says he LIVED in these woods, in the 1500s! We need an armored bus to get around, and this guy just has a few lucky rocks? August 30th Turns out the Museum of the Dark Forest has the journals of Lazarus on their website. I would totally be reading through them if I didn't have to go to another godamn therapy appointment. Words, words, words, that loser never shuts up. I'm too tired for this shit. August 31st Ooh, the journals are completely translated into modern English! Thought I would've had to read through old timey speak for hours. So get this, he started adventuring because his wife was stolen by a broker. That psycho punched it in its weird fingers, saving his wife and learning how to defeat those guys. Surprisingly heroic for a writer. September 1st Maybe I like the internet now. His stories are facinatingly written, even if it's just meandering around the woods. It turns out like, literally all the knowledge on the forest monsters are from this guy alone! September 2nd Just finished his 6th journal. What the fuck. Did he finally go crazy? It's so short. How did they even retreive the book? Did he die or not? All of these were donated on the day of his death, but there's no way the book could've been retrieved that fast. Also, what's with the ending? Did Breytaöllu really write that stuff? Did he seriously go adventuring for like 10 years just to... what? Was this part of his fictional stories? Ugh, so confusing! September 3rd I've searched everywhere, including the internet, for an explanation or an answer. I feel like I'm going insane here, does nobody else see this? I've skimmed through his fictional works and I've seen no trace of Breytaöllu or any of his stupid nicknames. Searching "Breytaöllu" online only gives this journal and NOTHING else. I'm gonna go to the park and try to clear my mind. Can't sleep. Still thinking about that stupid journal. September 4th Tired. Still tired. I still can't fucking sleep! It's really fucking stupid, but I'm half tempted to call Breytaöllu myself. Good thing there's maps online and stuff. September 5th It has been so long without sleep that I'm actually getting used to it. I took some rocks from my backyard and carved the runes into them. I feel absolutely nothing from them, so here's hoping I get mauled by the Penis Snatcher or whatever. I can't believe I'm doing this. It's so stupid. I printed out a map, bought a compass, and packed a few rocks and food into a backpack. I truly am a dumbass. Night is falling, and somehow I'm not dead yet. I think these rocks are actually working. September 6th Honestly those rocks work so good I don't get why the symbols weren't put on that armored bus. It's been wonderful walking through these woods, they're surprisingly bright. September 7th I should really be dead by now, either from the lack of sleep or the utter unprotection from monsters. No gun, no sword, just rawdogging it with some fancy rocks. September 8th I may be stupid. I just realized why it's so quiet, there's absolutely no wildlife. No chirping, no howling, nothing. Not even bugs. I should be near Moon Rock soon anyway, and I've got plenty of food left. September 9th Got to the crater! Also, thank fucking god I didn't have to talk with my therapist this week. He's so annoying. September 11th lol September 12th Finally got up here. I'm so tired. I want to sleep, but so close to my goal, I can't anymore. I figured it out. What if he just needs the book to communicate with? I'm so stupid. Whatever. Ah, back so soon? Breytaöllu is at your service, Pursuer. Oh my god you're real. Also I'm not giving up my soul to you, you cunt. So don't even try. We must have not met yet. Luna, is it? I'm here to answer your questions. Who are you? What happened to Lazarus at the end of the sixth journal? How did those books get donated? As you have read, my name is Breytaöllu. You may know me by my "stupid nicknames," but we both know you don't. As for Lazarus, he and I are one and the same. Breytaöllu is not just the god of change, but of knowledge, and of history. To change is to have been through time, and to record is to have lived through change. And for the books? It doesn't matter. This universe is flawed in such a unique way. It's poison seeps through the fabric of space, and with it, time. The past changes just as much as the future. Mere weeks ago, oil wasn't magic, and the moon was home to sexual beasts that lived in huts. Who knows, maybe tomorrow Lazarus would have met Darkness Itself. What? Imagine it this way. We are in a story, a rough draft. Barely an idea written down. Details don't matter like you seem to think they do. Even now, your story can change. It's not done. Soon, it will be, but even then, history will change right under you. Time only means anything in the moment. Though, you might've been asking about the Void, utter Darkness, the very concept of Finality that slowly- Hey wait what are yo September 13th? I don't know the date, I slept for like, a lot. That Breytaöllu guy reminds me of my therapist. Talks too godamn much. I completed my quest or whatever so now I'm going home to my boring as fuck life. Might try YouTube or something. Y'know I really think I should've learned a lesson from this or something. I still hate like, everyone. The only difference is that I've seriously got nothing left to do. I guess I can write stuff now. September 14th? God damn you walk fast when you're not tired as fuck. I've still been thinking though, aren't I supposed to be a Pursuer? Breytaöllu called me that, and I'm kinda assuming he's right about stuff. I didn't even get all my answers, he just kept saying cryptic shit until I closed the book. September 16th? This river is really calming. Maybe it's just because I've been away from annoying assholes for like, two weeks, but I've been a lot less angry. Take that, therapist! You're useless! Almost back home. I wonder if they'll accept this into the Lazarus collection, I did talk to Breytaöllu after all. Nah, that's stupid. They'll think I was lying. September 18th Damn I really slept like two days back there. Anyway, the police thought I was dead. lol. Gotta do some paperwork and then I'll try out YouTube. Just now realizing I've probably been writing that wrong this whole time, with how names are nowadays it's probably Yu Toobe or some shit. Back home! I should've figured it's nothing but losers talking. Maybe they have music or something. Hell yeah. I still really hate how Lazarus's sixth journal ended so abruptly though.