Blasted Day Indeed...

Dear Revenge Journal~

Today has just not been my day.

I awoke this morning from a dreadful nightmare of some old lady trying to steal my car, even though I have absolutely no idea what this ‘car’ is. Oh well, not the less, that one section of the dream was all I could remember, so it stuck with me for most of the day.

Things went from bad to worse when I completely skipped taking my dosage of medicine for the day, spacing the matter while I was brushing my teeth. It seemed that no matter how many times I thought about taking the medicine, I still managed to forget it within the span of two minutes. Bah, thus I suffered from a dark cloud hanging over my head.

If that wasn’t horrid enough, I must have consumed some foul milk around midday. I hadn’t been feeling too well for some time, but it got even worse after I drank that milk. I curled up in the corner for at least an hour, feeling absolutely miserable before it was time for a due trip to the restroom… where I then suffered from the runs.

Revenge Journal… I repeat. Today has just not been my day.

~Dist the Rose

Perhaps Another Chance is Worth Giving...

Dear Revenge Journal~


Sync didn't seem as stuck up as usual when I arrived at work today, although Van told me I wasn't allowed near the front. (I'm not sure why this is so... maybe they think I'm the culprit of something that happened without my knowing. Perhaps I will never know.)

Yet Sync and I worked side by side, taking account of the many different books within the Church's library, which I guartentee you is the size of a mansion all on its own. Even though I did most of the work... at least he didn't try to wring out my neck.

~Dist the Rose

To Have Such Things are but a Dream

Dear Revenge Journal~


I hear there is such a thing called Thanksgiving in another land apart from ours. Here on Auldrant, there is not much to be celebrated, save for the Score which we no longer rely on, and occasionally, the brightening birthdays that bring joy to the eyes of children.

To be thankful for something and to remember what it is we are fortunate to have... that is the meaning of this holiday that I have discovered. I myself have not much to be glad about, save for you, my dear Revenge Journal. At one point in my life, I was fortunate to have what one may call friends... but they have left me. Jade no longer recognizes my worth, and Peony only drops by to bother me. Perhaps the only one that really matters is Professor Nebilim and Nephry, Jade's charming sister.

If I had to pick something to be thankful for, my laborator would the the first thing that I'd choose. It is a solace that I seek, to be alone and sheltered where I can conduct my research. There are so many more things I have yet to discover, but if I will ever be granted the knowlege I seek is beyond my control...

~Dist the Rose

The Stack Never Diminishes...!

Dear Revenge Journal~


I swear to Lorelei that the neverending stack of paperwork isn't getting ANY closer to the ground. Perhaps it dares to defy me as its master... if that is the case, then we have yet another enemy to demolish, my dear Revenge Journal!

My hand aches with pain after scribbling for so long, but I dare not stop in fear of being booted out of my position as a God-General. I don't get it; just because I'm a mechanical genius doesn't mean everyone and their dog has to give me their paperwork to do for them! Hmph!!

~Dist the Rose

A Party of Four; Now Sprawled on the Floor

Dear Revenge Journal~


I've never been one to enjoy myself at parties, (even on the rare occasion that I'm invited in the first place...) but this one I just returned from was not all too bad. I took along Arietta to a party being hosted by Grand Maestro Mohs, and when we got there, we were joined by Jade's sister, Nephry, and Emperor Peony.

Most of the time, the four of us spent the time in one of the rooms, casually discussing random topics while Emperor Peony floated in and out of the halls, talking and greeting many of those he passed. There would be intervals of time where he would take forever to return, and my safest guess would be that he was off flirting with the women... he hasn't changed.

I actually ate more there than I usually do in a week; perhaps it was the chocolate mint ice cream cake that I discovered.

... I could have sworn I had seen Jade there, but I pray to Lorelei that I was imagining things.

~Dist the Rose

He's at it AGAIN!

Dear Revenge Journal~


I fear my life is about to take a turn for the worst, and this time, it will not have anything to do with Jade.

Yesterday afternoon, I was merrily observing Legretta as she continued to fire a squirt gun at one of my other coworkers, Arietta. (The poor girl seems rather gloomy all the time... perhaps we are alike in more ways than one.) I thought it looked rather amusing, so I opted to give it a shot, which to my upmost displeasure, was rejected. I muttered under my breath something along the lines of, "I could always get another squirt gun..." and turned around, chair in tow, en route to the bathroom.

It was then that Sync (Grrr, I almost hate him more than Jade!) called out to me in a snotty tone, "Don't get another squirt gun, Dist!"

At first I couldn't hear him, so I barely turned my head to stare blankly as I requested that he repeated what he just said. The reply was the same, and I gave the snooty bloke the best glare I could muster before answering, "I was going to the bathroom."

So, I did as I said I was... only to find Sync waiting outside the restroom, indicating for me to follow him, thus we ended up in one of the Fon Master's empty guest rooms.

"You can hate me all you want," he told me, "but as long as we're working here together, we're going to have to get along and show some sort of respect."

I must interrupt at this point to inform you that ever since I started working with the snit, he looked down upon me like a child or some sort of animal. On many occasions did he shoo me out of the Church of Lorelei like I was some beast with rabies.

I stared blankly at him as he continued, "And again, you can hate me all you want, detest me all you want, but-" At this point, I wasn't listening any more. There was absolutely no reason for me to show any sort of respect to someone who treated me like a pile of dung. I had a strong urge to reply, "Perhaps if you started treating me as an equal, I would care to show you what you're seeking." but I didn't.

I turned and began to float away in my chair when Sync snapped at me and called me back over, a flare in his hawk-ish mask. "Do you hear me?"

At this point, I replied, "... You can try."

This only seemed to make him more angry, and he threatened, "If you don't, I'll have to talk to Van."

So that was his motive. The freakshow wanted to get me fired! A boiling rage began to bubble up in my gut as my fists clenched, but I only gritted out a "Whatever." before I returned to my previous duties.

And so war on my position begins...

~Dist the Rose

How DARE He!!

Dear Revenge Journal~

I simply cannot take this humiliation any longer. That conninving snake, Jade, has outwitted me one too many times, and I've about had it up to here with his shinanigans! Whether it be mocking me in my face, telling dirty lies about me behind my back, or simply smiling at me from across the county (Do not ask how he does this; I swear to Lorelei he's magical...), he does it without a single bit of remorse.

There comes a time for everything, my dear journal, when it must end and return to the place hence it came. Jade will be no different, and I swear by the seventh fonon that I will be the one to put that dupliticous weasel back in his place!

Hear me now, Revenge Journal, for you and I are partners in brainstorming a thousand wicked plans on how I could go about my brilliant goal. I will continue to fight against those who mock me, the gorgeous rose, no matter who they are or where they came from! I am Dist, and they will learn to fear me! EVERY. LAST. ONE.

~Dist the Rose