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April 3, 2611
Oh boy, last night was a doozy. I was having a very weird dream about an incompetent redhead and a guy who kept repeating the same thing over and over when I was awakened by the screechy sound of Ponytails screaming. I woke up Grumpy, and we ran toward the direction of the sound. Well, I ran. He rode. Lucky stiff...when we arrived, a good portion of the forest was on fire, and there were these creepy dead soldiers walking around. Immediately, I started giving orders: Cool-Sword-Guy ran into a fort that someone left lying around, as did I; Guy-With-A-Horse stayed out of enemy range but just on the edge, along with Buttons. The zombie-things came at us, but both of us fort-buddies came ready to deal with axes. Bluey dodged the attack, and while I got hit, there some medical supplies in the fort, and I was able to chug down part of a vulnerary before went to zap my opponent.
Before I could do so, however, some more guys ran into the battlefield. There was another cavalier (who looked as if she could actually grow from defeating enemies) and this philandering archer who proposed prematurely to her and promptly received a kick to the face. Flashy, I noticed, was somehow unable to attack at point-blank range, didn't seem very strong, and wore almost no armor. I'll try giving him a chance, but if he doesn't do well, I won't hesitate to fire him. Anyway, I had him weaken up a sword-wielding zombie so that Red could finish him off...actually, do zombies have genders? Never mind, I don't think anyone really wants to know.
We continued murdering soldiers that had already died until the leader came up to us. I was as surprised as anyone else that this one actually had the sense to move. He was was, luckily enough, hearty enough to survive one hit from Grumpous Maximus, leaving Ms. Red the Impaler to take the kill. Afterward, I learned that the zombies came out of a big portal in the sky, and that a mysterious warrior had saved Boy Blue's sister from them. She introduced herself as Marth, which is apparently the name of an ancient hero-king, and gave us a vague warning about the future that I wasn't really paying attention to. We all went back to sleep, but not before the guy with blue hair complimented me for my tactical skills. The next morning, we set off for the capital, and Sir Grumps-a-lot let me ride on his horse with him. It's not super comfortable, but it's better than walking, and it gives me time to write this journal entry. All in all, they're pretty nice people.
This time, I'll try to remember their names.
~James Something