My name is Eddie Munson, if you're looking at my drivers license which is near expiry - don't get on me about it, Kay? It's Edward Artie Munson.
Chances are if you're reading this, (or previous journals) I'm dead.. or.. you decided to go through my things in which case you will be dead.
Anyways, let's not talk about my middle name, it was my grandfathers or something like that - I don't know. Didn't really know the guy.
If you ask anyone at school, I'm just Eddie the freak. To me? Well.. I'm just Eddie.
If you looked closely enough at my drivers license you might notice I'm twenty, yet I'm still a senior at Hawkins High.. so you know, I kinda flunked once or twice.
I swear I'm going to graduate this year though, no more fucking around. You can hold me to that.
Speaking of which, where did I put my fucking bag? I swear I came in last night, set it down in my room and poof, gone. How does a bag just - oh shit never mind, heh. It was by the trailers door.. but hey I was close enough.
Yeah yeah, I live in a trailer. It's kind of a long story, my mom left when I was around ten.. my dads been in and out of prison more times than I can count, so my uncle took me in.. well, I guess that was pretty short story.. actually.
Did I have a great childhood. Well no, have my teen years been great? Uh, Also no but I do got a cool ass uncle who's kinda like my guardian now - I mean who else was going to take my ass in, right?
Where was I? Oh RIGHT. Right right.
My bag. School. Van. Keys - aw fuck, where are my keys?! You'd think I'd have a designated spot for them.. I mean I do but I always lose them before I can get them to that spot.
I got to be real quiet too - my uncle Wayne is asleep on the couch. He works nights at the plant so uh, kinda got to tip toe around in the mornings.. not that I'm any good at it but I try.
You do not want to wake that guy up after a night shift, oh no, I've learned my lesson with that. I may not have all light bulbs on but - KEYS, for fuck sake.
Bedroom? No, not on my bed.. not on my dresser.. if they are; they are a lost cause now. Kitchen? Top of the fridge.. no. You know maybe I should eat something - no, god damn it. Keys.
Of course, Of course. Coffee table, I mean why wouldn't they be on the coffee table. As if I don't put them there all the time. It's 8:10 okay, I'm tired.
Now you may think oh man this guy is so excited to get to school, no.. no. Quite the opposite, I'm excited to get OUT of school and that means actually being there on time this year.. consistently.
My uncle believes I can do it - graduate. Power of the people, am I right? That sounded very hippy like, what I mean is uh if it wasn't for my uncle Wayne.. I would have dropped out last year.
Also.. I'm not a hippy. I respect what they stand for though, their parties? Get togethers? Whatever they call them seem pretty cool.
Just.. yeah. Not for me, not for me. I'm more of the head bang until you pass out kind, the "is he a devil worshipper or just a troubled kid," kind, I guess the two are kind of interchangeable really.
I just like music that makes me feel alive, you know. That can pump me up but also drown out my thoughts. Not to say that I'm just into metal, I'm not a music snob.
I like Queen, Bowie, Pink Floyd just as much as I like megadeth, sepultura, pantera.. Metallica. I just don't listen to the former as often, I guess. It's not my go-to but I'm not going to complain if it comes on.
Music is music, if you like it and it makes you feel something then it's doing it's job. Who am I to shit on that? But please for the love of god.. don't make me listen to REO speedwagon.
Shit! How is it 8:20 already?! It would be cool if they made senior year students start later, you know like... ten am.
Alright, I'm going to hold that thought until I get into my van. Yeah it's a 71' Chevy, she's a little old but hey a vehicle is better than no vehicle am I right and it's the the best gift I've ever gotten.
My uncle Wayne bought it for me, I know he worked his ass off for it too. Unlike my dad, all he gave me was stolen vehicles and nearly a criminal record for being caught in said stolen vehicle.
Now if you're anyone but me, you might think I drive a little.. erratic. I like to think I drive smart, I'm getting from point A to point B.. a little quicker than most. Call it cheating the system.
Like right now, if I drove like a normal person I'd be just in time for the bell but because I drive like me, I've made it with a few minutes to spare.
See, work smarter not harder.. that's the saying right?
Guess I should have a smoke before the bell rings, god knows I'm going to need it.
Yeah yeah, smokings bad and all that shit but if you think I'm squirrelly now, you should see me when I run out of smokes.
One thing I'm sure you're learning.. if not you will learn is.. there's nothing really interesting about me. I don't got the girl, the friends, the cool life, the money.. I don't got much of anything.
I'm not much of anyone.
There's nothing special about me, sure I stand out because of the way I dress, how I act and the music I listen to but it starts and ends there.
I'm just a guy whose in a slow climbing band, who likes to jam to music, who helps out in the av club and drama club here and there, the guy who likes to play dungeons and dragon...
I don't know why anyone would even read this far.. I'm pretty boring.
Maybe you're waiting for me to do something wild or crazy, to be the cool guy, to get into an insane situation where there's drama and mystery, to kick life's ass and come out on top.
I'm sorry to say, I'm not that guy.
I wish I was though. It would make my life a hell of a lot more interesting. It would make whoever's reading this more invested but no.. no. I'm just a regular, lame old twenty year old.
Fuck, the bell already? Well I guess this is see ya for now, as much as I'd love to write in class. I kind of have to pay attention this year and since it's only the first week of school, I don't really want to start off on a bad foot so uh,
See ya later.
-Eddie.
I guess I didn't really have to sign off, it's a journal.. I come back to it. Just helps me remember my place, where I left off. Oh who really cares, no one's going to read this thing anyways.
Some one might get a paragraph in and decide they rather watch paint dry than read anymore from this. I don't blame them, I wouldn't want to read about me either.
My friends - and I use that term loosely because I don't know if they're really my friends so to speak or just hang around me cause we are in the same clubs or band...
Anyway, them.. those people, yeah they are always trying to grab this thing away from me.
Pretty sure they think I'm writing down the secrets to the world or some shit, or how I'll take over the world.. again I wish I was that interesting.
Classes sucked, but I mean what else Is new. I'm currently in the cafeteria for lunch, kinda thinking my friends are conspiring how to get the journal from me.
I guess I'll tell you about them, there's Gareth whose been my friend for.. well since middle school. He's a pretty cool guy, fun to jam and shoot the shit with.
Gareth and I are pretty alike, similar styles, similar taste in music. I kind of sing and play guitar and Gareth plays drums so we put together our band, corroded coffin - back in middle school and needed another guitarist so along came Jeff.
Now Jeff, he's pretty reserved but if you know him well enough, he's got one insane mind. The deepest thoughts come from that guy and you'd never expect it.
We had another electric bass player back in middle school but we all kind of had a falling out, band stuff yknow. So Jeff knew Bryan and knew he played electric bass.. and that's how Bryan joined the band.
Bryan's a very passionate guy, he knows what he likes, knows who is friends are and that's all he needs. He's also one of the most unintentionally hilarious people you'll ever meet, he's a good guy.
Gareth, Jeff and Bryan are all part of the Hellfire Club too and no, it's not a cult or a secret society where we get together trying to figure out how to raise the dead.. it's for dungeons and dragons.
Yeah what's that you ask? It's a fantasy game.. a role play game.
You go on a bunch of different quests with your group, fighting off monsters, making different decisions that change everyone's path in the game.. it's fun, okay?
I'm the dungeon master for our group, think of it as.. the story teller or story maker. I guess it's a little of both. I over see everything, I map out the quests, the challenges.. I play all roles except for our group members of course.
Along with Gareth, Jeff and Bryan in the Hellfire Club, there's also Mike, Lucas and Dustin. They don't crossover into the band and I'm not that close with them outside of the club.
Dustin and I have hung out a few times here and there, especially working on maps and stuff after school.
He's probably the kindest person I've ever met, smart as hell too. Don't tell him I said that though, I don't want it to go to that little head of his.
Mike and I have hung out less outside of school and when we have, it's been with Dustin. Mike is.. well he's Mike. Mom whipped, girlfriend whipped, mousey little guy.
I wish I had more to say about Lucas but I only ever see him on campaign nights. Half the time it doesn't seem like he's all that into D anymore which sucks because finding replacements is tough shit.
I'm hoping the guys will be do good, do me proud when it comes time for me to graduate and for one of them to take over as dungeon master.
I know it's going to hurt once I got to leave, I've spent so many years with these people, building the Hellfire Club, bringing in members, making the story.. it's like leaving your child almost.
Okay that sounded stupid as fuck.
And there's the bell again, off to finish the rest of the day I guess. Not sure what's after that, I don't really plan my days.. I just roll out of bed and hope for the best.
Well, see ya.. again.
-Eddie
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"I wonder what he writes," Dustin whispers to Mike, "I don't know but I'm pretty sure he wrote down your name," Mike whispers back just the same.. as if I can't hear them.
I place my hands on both their shoulders, bonking their heads together "you might want to whisper when I'm not right behind you," I whisper back to them as they both rub at their heads "And it's nothing, just a hit list." I give a shrug, thoroughly enjoying messing with them.
"Yeah right as if you'd .." Mike looks like he just saw a ghost as he looks back at me, gulping hard. I tilt my head with narrowed eyes "You know, he might.. actually." Dustin whispers again "Right, you can still hear." He says in a normal tone now.
"You guys better not be late for the campaign," I warn as I round the corner for my own class.
They're too easy to get going. I swear they still believe in monsters or something.
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Campaign: The Cult of Vecna
Play time: none so far
Hours spent planning: too many
Lazy notes:
two to three encounters / adventure
Maximum of four hour play time each.
Treasure: dragon. NPC
Traps: Stolen gold? Save one for other, no harsh losses to start. Villagers - taken over ?
XP: 500 - 1000
Build story arcs: Kas rises. Defeat Vecna
(1) selfless. (2) protective (3) challenge (4) leader (5) skill set (6) damage
Magic items: shield of reflection, strogs armour of changing, Voiderrons's spear of darkness, potion of poison (x2?), ring of elemental command
End goal:
Mike level up 18
Dustin level up 20
Bryan level up 21
Gareth level up 19
Lucas level up 17
Jeff level up 20
Teach how to overcome obstacles, plan xp, work arounds. Etc etc for when I graduate.
22= I haven't paid attention to anything that's been said. Well fuck.
-DM
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This is why I should remember to bring my D notebook to school but no I'm always forgetting something. Now I'm going to have to transfer these notes to that notebook and again what did I learn in class today?
Something.. something. Lead us to war.
That's about as much as I caught on to.
Why the hell is Drew looking at me? Do I got something on my face or what. Nah probably just wants to call me a weirdo like everyone else in this shit hole.
But... why is he looking at me like that. A look I only see giddy ass girls giving their love sick boyfriends, oh shit.. is he..
Look away man, look away.
Fuck I looked again.
Well now I probably do look like a weirdo.
If he is.. I'm surprised he's being so uh, open about it? Being uh... gay or into both dudes and chicks, waaay worse in the eyes of the 'people' than any devil worshipper in these times.
Not that I worship Satan - I do not worship Satan, okay maybe a little.. you know what that's uh.. besides the point.
Also... Not that I'm into both.. no. Me? Never. Strictly chicks. Yeah.
I like girls, only girls. Girls. That's it.
Shut up.
Thank god for the bell.
-Eddie
(WHO ONLY LIKES GIRLS)
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I guess I didn't really write anything after that huh, got a little too wrapped up in dungeons and dragons.
Plannings coming along, I think by next week it'll be fleshed out enough to play. I'm letting the guys choose their main character trait, I mean why not.
One of them is going to be taking over so I think this year I'm going to need to kick it into gear.. let them have a little leeway, see behind the curtains a little.
I don't want the Hellfire Club to end with me, yknow? I want the next me or, next Gareth, Bryan, Mike.. you get it to be able to have something to turn to when high-school is shit.
Somewhere for them to go, Somewhere they belong.
Sappy. So fucking sappy.
I guess if you've read this far, you're not turning back now so whys my journal called if you're reading this: I'm dead?
Well one it kinda goes well with my image, I mean people see a metalhead with a journal that says that, kind of freaks them out which is hilarious to me.
Do I think I'm going to die? No.. well yes. We all die someday right? Do I think I'll die someday soon, no.. at least I hope not.
I've been writing these journals since I was I don't know. thirteen. some place to store my thoughts, shit going on in my life.
When I do die, someone's going to read them eventually right? Might as well point a big red arrow to it. I have yet to die at the end of one of these so don't hold out hope and if you are, then what the fuck, man?
Alright well that's about it I guess, for today anyways. It's not like I write in this thing every day, as if I could remember to do that.
But yeah. Till next time.
-Eddie