Disclaimer: All of the characters, weapons, plots, or other miscellaneous things from Awakening are Intelligent System's/Nintendo's. James and his snarky comments are not, however.
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April 2nd, 2611
So, diary, you're probably wondering why I'm writing in you. That can be answered by one word (a hackneyed story device, 7 letters): amnesia. Well, more accurately, 24 words: I got amnesia, was found by some "shepards," fought some brigands with them, saved the town, etc., etc., and now I'm their Tactictian. I was having this weird dream about a guy with a goatee when I awoke to three expectant faces: a guy with blue hair, a blonde girl with buttons in her hair, and a grumpy guy with heavy armor and completely nondescript hair. I thanked the blue-haired guy using his name (which I knew for some reason), and he acted like it was completely normal for some random stranger to know his name. I promptly corrected him, of course. He introduced me to his sister, Buttons-Girl, and his buddy, Mr. Grumpy. The latter, by the way, wrongly insisted that I was some sort of spy, although I have to applaud him for recognizing how ridiculous of a trope amnesia is.
They told me they were "Shepherds," which is probably some sort of metaphor. Seriously, who tends sheep in full armor? They were discussing what to do with me when brigands set some town on fire. Great, more hackneyed tropes. Of course, not being evil, the three "shepherds" ran off to help their sheep. Their allegorical sheep. (I know that's not what I said before, but I've already used...that word far too many times in succession.) Now, I wasn't sure whether or not I was evil, but my tactical knowledge was coming back to me, and I'd rather help three people who I just met than smelly bandits. Plus, Grumpy looked ready to destroy me on a moment's notice.
When I got there, I immediately started giving orders. Blueboy was instructed to attack this guy with his sword, and I zapped him to finish him off. Nothing like a little electricity to start the day. Buttons couldn't fight anybody, but she did have a healing staff, which was handy to have around. Grumpy looked like he could defeat everyone singlehandedly, so I had him stand in a corner. The rest of the fight basically went on like than; me or the other guy would weaken a guy, the other would finish them off; the his sister would stay close and heal us if we were hurt; Grumps came along and stabbed people who we really needed dead. Mages, for example. Those guys can be seriously detrimental to your health-unless you have a natural resistance to sorcery, like me. Or Little Miss Button, but I don't think she could take more than one hit anyway. After we defeated all of his cronies, the bandit leader refused to move, so I had my soldiers scavenge the battlefield for useful objects while I had a bit of light reading. We charged the boss, nonchalantly stabbed him, and saved the townspeople.
Mr. Grumpy wouldn't let us stop for dinner, so we set off to the road at sundown. We traveled a mile or two, then set up camp to rest. Boy Blue and I caught a bear, cooked its flesh, and ate it. Not bad, if I do say so myself. Everyone else has gone to bed, so once I finish this journal entry, I need to put out the campfire and try to sleep.
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OK, going to bed now.
~James Whatever