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title Journal, Sanirus.
Harv0kz
Upon losing my first Journal, I have taken efforts to make money and buy a new one. Many things have happened, and it has been a year or two since my incident. I strive hard to train and heal my muscles, yet they refuse. I only hope that, through time, they begin to fully heal . As I grow weary of standard guard duties, and the lack of pay.  I have almost taken part in a civil war, and nearly gotten killed twice.   We must all have a side in conflict soon, regardless of where we come from. Our past. Our race. Our conflicts. Our age. Our class. Our social status. It will no longer matter. Not with this war. :: And so with that introduction in mind, I start anew, not as a warrior of vengence, but of honor. Let this be the record of my tales. Should it be found, then read, for I may have intresting stories to share when my life ends. In combat or of old age.