The following is an excerpt of Pint Bloodhorn's adventuring journal. No date given, just words furiously scribbled together with no apparent sense or reason behind them.

WHYDIDNTTHATCOMPLETEIMBECILDODGEWHENITOLDHIMTOICAN'TFREAKINGBELIEVETHISISHAPPENING
AFTERALLWEWENTTHROUGHANDALLTHATBLASTEDTRAININGTOMAKESURESOMETHINGEXACTLYLIKETHIS
WOULDNTHAPPENWHYDOESNOOENEEVERLISTENTOMEWHENITELLTHEMTOPULLOUTOFTHEFREAKING
FIGHTTHEYALLTHINKTHEYARESOSMARTANDTHENWHATHAPPENSTHEYDIETOBLOODYEYEBUGGEDMOUTH
FROTHINGBEARGORILLASTHATWECOULDHAVETAKENOUTEASYIFANYONEBESIDESMEJUSTHADONEINCH
OFTACTICTALSENSEINTHEIRMINDSINSTEADOFLETTINGTHEIRFEEBLEARSEBRAINSGETFLODDEDWITH
NONSENSICALSHAITLIKEFASHIONANDUSELESSMUSICCOMPOSITIONSANDWHATEVERINTHEBLASTEDNINE
HELLSGOESONINSIDEEVERYONEELSESMINDTHATISNTBLOODYFIGHTINGITSLIKEEVERYONEBUTMEIS
AWARETHATHISISNTABLOODYFIELDTRIPANDONLYREMEMBERINTHEDANGERWEREINWHENSOMEONE
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