Those Happy Days, They Seem so Hard to Find

Dear Revenge Journal~

I detest sitting in a chair other than my spinning chair of fantabulousness... especially when the other chair so happens to be a barber's chair or even worse... the dentist. -sob- Fortunately, I didn't have to go to the dentist, but I did have to remove myself from my work to make a trip down to the closest hair parlour. I must remind you that my hair is so gorgeous simply because I know just the right way to make it sparkle and dazzle with radiance.

But ooooh, those crazy women and their petting hands! Why is it that they have to get their oily little toothpicks into my beautiful hair like brittle combs that snag and jerk?! Not only is it utterly demoralizing, but it's... it's... it's unheard of! How do they know what products to use? How do they know just how I want my hair done? What if they mess it up? What if it all gets cut off on accident? What if it never grows back?! What if JADE SEES?!?!

C-calm... calm... m-must be calm... that won't happen, no... no it won't.... T-think about the roses, Saphir, the beautiful roses.... yes....

- Dist the Rose

A Bitter Memory

Dear Revenge Journal~


There comes a time when bitter memories must be put to rest, but I fear that there are some that are meant to never been forgotten. I cannot say just how I figure this, but I believe it to be true.

For instance, there is a memory I tend to constantly recall of when Jade and I were young teenagers, just barely out of gradeschool. We were in a classroom and it was nearing the last few minutes of class; I was tagging along behind Jade, holding onto the back of his backpack and tugging on it gently while whining a bit. Sure, I did a lot of whining when I was younger... what? I still whine now? H-how rude! I do not whine! I assure you, I do not whine! ... And NO, my nose does NOT run! It does not! DOES NOT!!

... Ahem, anyhow. So I was holding on and making a little bit of noise when this complete stranger in the classroom walks up to me and punches me in the gut quite harshly. Ouch, there goes my kidney... Of course, the shock caused me to let go, which I think was the other person's goal, but really! I hardly knew the person, let alone spoke to them! Just where do they get the nerve to come up to me and hit me like that?! I'll never forget looking down at the bruise that formed some time later from it. I mean really, what ever happened to saying "Could you let go?" or something like that? It wasn't even Jade that was complaining (I think he was probably just used to it...)!

So here I am, still remembering that bitter memory from years ago. I don't think of it all that often, but often enough to boil that anger deep in the pit of my heart. One day... one day, just you wait... I will get my revenge.

- Dist the Rose

It All Looks the SAME!!

Dear Revenge Journal-

Most of the time, I reside inside my office with my tinkering equipment and whatnot, but yesterday.... I learned the reason why I don't go walking around the church's interior.

Every corridor, every wall, every flooring looks the same! Everything is the same, no matter where you go to in that psycho building! I swear, I litterally went around in a loop at least twenty times before I gave up trying to find where Van had moved his office to! He had asked me to deliver some doccuments to him that he had to send off... but I eventually got fed up with looking and went to go send the doccuments myself. Bah! That's the last time I go outside of my room!

-Dist the Rose

When the Crap Hits the Fan...

... that's the sign to evacuate the building.

Dear Revenge Journal~

Thus for nearly a whole year now, I have constantly been on the run from that duplicitous snake, Jade, and his group of lackeys. For the most time, I have spent my so called exile in Yulia City, where I heard that they took in just about anyone seeking refuge. To my upmost delight, this came true. However... the one vital mistake I realized I had made once I had split from the Church of Lorelei... is that I left you, my beloved Revenge Journal, behind and at the mercy of that terrible, bloated son of a biscut, Grand Maestro Mohs. I have not had a chance to sneak on back and retrieve you, my dear friend, until now, and that is all thanks to the mayor of Yulia City. He is a wonderful man, indeed... if not for him, my secrets may have been spilled amongst the other God Generals and my reputation would be completely trashed!

But alas, back to that evil, twisted being whom never allows me a moment of peaceful rest...

I have not had a face to face encounter with Jade in the year that I have been on the run, but I have had a few close calls. One time was back in Baticul... how could I ever forget? That was the time when I was forced to take cover in a prickly bush nearby, else I might have been spotted by the slimey bugger. It ruined my hair, my clothes, my purple lipstick... it turned me into what had to have been the next Frankenstein, but... alas. I still managed to keep myself dignified until the Jade gang had filed past. Apparently they had been headed towards Sheridan for some matter or another...

Now that I think on it more, I believe it had something to do with Professor Nebilim's catalysts! If those brainless twits are out trying to collect all seven of the catalysts for me... then all I would need is the data, and then Professor Nebilim's revival would be complete! Aha! Ahahaha! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

THIS WORLD WILL BE MINE YET, JUST YOU WAIT, JADE CURTISS!!!

- Dist the Rose

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