August 1930
September 1930
October 1930
THE STAGEPLAY FAMILY BEFORE GUNNER MR. JACK STAGEPLAY LEFT TO JOIN FRIENDS ON THE FRONT LINES
In fact she was prone to the syndrome sickness that of a blonde ditzy but not the kind and endearing one from the movies. Not some silly cinematic masterpiece I knew but a no-maternal endearing type that was depressed. She would twitch almost all the time whenever one of us poor fellas had to go and rescue Diane from her shady motherly arms. It was strange, like she needed her baby but at the same time should refuse caring for her.
The last time I was forced to rescue Diane from Chalice was not the only time and I say this carefully. In fact, not the only incident of any kind. I am sure there were several multiple others. But when I was in training and not to become a pilot. This was most likely the year of 1930 and a month later. She was lonely and you could see it right in her eyes straight up, there was no need to point a sword to her heart, she was going fiercely. She was no mama bear, instead she wasn't ruled by her brain anymore.