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Hello journal,
Decided to start writing down my thoughts because my life has been so epic lately and it would be a shame if I couldn’t remember it later. I have to regale my heroic tales to my grandkids or future students studying the history of Navarre. Maybe one day, I’ll even reach folklore status! The legends of Ridoc
with the big cock
and his loyal dragon, Aotrom.
Nvm. Aotrom says that’s crass, and I want to be remembered as class .
I was inspired by a ledger I saw in Gen. Sorr.’s office tonight that said some of the greatest riders and military figures in history kept personal journals, and some of them are preserved in the Archives. Since I’m going to be one of those guys, I might as well start documenting the content that will be taught in history class 100 years from now.
But I gotta sleep early tonight cuz the IRON SQUAD is headed to Montserrat tomorrow!! We won Squad Battle thanks to Vi’s absolutely inspired plan of breaking into her mom’s office and stealing the map. That means no classes for a week!
FUCK YEAHH!!!
Remember to write that in the history books, scribes. Oh — and that I also won the bet against Tyvon. Hehe. Note that down too.
Anyways, I need all my beauty sleep. Might meet some cute officers at the outpost ;)
Nighty night, journal.
- Ridoc