April 8, 2116
After the tragic events of two days before, I spent most of yesterday wallowing and proceeded to write the next entry, make my resolution, etc., etc...Now, today, I made some connections and finished the basics of my strategy game. Now...for detail!
Following breakfast, I returned to my quarters in the barracks and devised all the formulas to be used in the game: Hit is weapon accuracy+Skillx2, Avoid is Speedx2, Critical Rate is Skill/2+Weapon Critical Rate, Critical Dodge is Luck, and Attack is Strength/Magic (whichever is applicable) + weapon might. The different weapons have different effects, but this is just the prototype; for now, we'll stick to weapons made of iron, which will be the average baseline for all weapon types. I also invited Marianna over to discuss some classes, like I wanted to. She suggested "Troubadours," which were basically Clerics, but on horses. I would have informed her that mounted healers are not minstrels, but I couldn't think of anything better for a name, so I obliged her. Anyway, I created base stats for all the classes, set up a map and two armies, and invited Chrom to battle me.
He was...a bit of a pushover. His strategy consisted of waiting until I was in range and then mindlessly charging at me. All I had to do was strategically place a Knight at each chokepoint (with a some Archers for ranged support and Clerics for heals) and watch as each soldier attacked the Knight (dealing minimal damage) and subsequently was picked off by the Archers. His formation meant that he couldn't even use his Clerics to heal! This is why you're the commander, and I'm the Tactician, Chrom.
Having honed my strategies, I decided the next order of business was to hone my battle prowess. Fredricson had set up a daily training/sparring activity (he called it "Freddrick's Fanatical Fitness Power," or something like that), and today was the first session. Me, Sully, Stahl, Chrom, and Loncwa were all present, and Kellog might have been there, but I never noticed him. We started out with some warm-ups: stretches, push-ups, and the occasional sit-up. It was...exhausting. Luckily, our 5-minute post-warm-up break was a sufficient period of time for me to regain my energy. Next, Frodrick split us up into groups of two to spar: Sully was with Stahl, I was with Chrys, and Lonk either practiced his movements into the air or sparred with Callum. I'm still not sure.
Of the four matches each pair did, Sully beat Stahl 3-1, I think Lo'nq'u tied with Caillou, and Chrom beat me 5-0. My performance was so poor that Fred made me stay afterwards for extra instruction. Well, excuse me for being better at magic! I'm the only tome user left in this army, and only one of many sword users; sorry for being better at my unique niche than one we don't even need more of! It took several hours for him to feel like I was up to speed. I felt like I was going to die by the end of it. At the very least, I improved enough that I could beat him when he was holding back...
When we finally finished, I plopped straight into bed and napped until dinner. Although someone kept me from taking a lunch break during training, Stahl had made a big pot of spaghetti for dinner (with some optional cheese sauce) that was the most delicious thing I can ever remember having in my entire life. Following dinner, I retired to my quarters to realize that my nap had replenished my energy enough so that I was too awake to go to bed. Thankfully, that's where you come into play, diary! Reading and writing at night always makes me sufficiently tired. Sometimes, I even feel like I'm going to fall asleep right in the middle of a sen