Below are the 9 most recent journal entries recorded in Groosalugg's LiveJournal:

Monday, January 26th, 2004
4:26 pm	I am no bard. I find I have little ability in telling stories; even my own. I continue to hunt for those who killed Sally... there have been many "leads" but I have seen no results. I have begun to question my decisions in this matter. My promotion has given me financial resources - perhaps I will go look for her on my own. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 19th, 2003
10:12 pm	This is most frustrating... I have more time to myself, more money to purchase drink, and yet I find I am busier than ever. Is this common for all "promotions"? And there has been no news on Sally. I need to buy more drink. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 9th, 2003
9:42 pm	No, things were certainly not right My employer called me into his office this afternoon. He praised me for my work in New Jersey last week, telling me that the other guard had died from broken cartilage being thrust into his brain during our fight. I do not know why this deserves accolades. I had intended only to protect my employer, as is my job. This was not a fight to the death, and it was not my intention to kill. And yet I am being rewarded, "promoted" he called it. (Though promoted to what I do not understand.) I will not, however, ignore the perk of being a allowed a little more contact with other employees of the organization. One woman (a PI, whatever that means) said she'd be willing to do a little "legwork" to help me avenge Sally's death. This does not sit easy with me, but I will not turn down the benefits. I only hope she can find something of use. So why do I have the feeling that my Sally would not approve of this? Current Mood: torn (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 4th, 2003
9:04 pm	Another trip to New Jersey... This time, the trip had some interest. My employer has dealing with an owner of a casino in Atlantic City. Again and without much warning, I was called to accompany him on another trip to meet with said owner. But this time, my services as "bodyguard" was required. My employer, his contact, his contact's guard and myself were in a small room far away from the patrons. The conversation was one I couldn't follow (which I am beginning to suspect is on purpose) so I examined my counterpart, thinking perhaps I could find a comrad of sorts in this new profession. It was not to be. There was an arguement and the other guard tried to jump my employeer. When I was finished, the guard had a broken nose and wrist and my employeer was hustling us out of there very quickly. This does not seem right to me. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 29th, 2003
6:41 pm	Not going out tonight. I have been granted a night off with no chance of being called to service, yet I will be staying inside tonight. The fires near Los Angeles have blown so much smoke and ash into the city that breathing is not comfortable. Current Mood: aggravated (Comment on this)
Friday, October 24th, 2003
9:13 pm	I know I had said I would tell my tale as the bards of Pylea, but I find that even now I cannot talk much about her death. I have only once before been so saddened to be correct about a situation. Sally was working what they call a graveyard shift (a most curious term) and was attacked on her way to her car. As far as the authorities could tell, she hit her head on the corner of the open door causing more damage than they could heal. Those who attacked her took the car and left her to die. I am most ashamed to say that I have not avenged her death. It was not for a lack of trying - those responsible have not been found. Nor has her car. In truth, I cannot say what the weeks following were like. I did my job and spent all of my money on drink that I was assured would help me forget. It did for a time, but I was left with a head that hurt worse than after any battle I have ever fought. I did finally stop, and I then decided that I had little desire to champion such people as lived in this city. I would no longer be a warrior as this world seems to have little use for them. This did not last long. About two moons ago, I was walking back to my living accomdations when I heard the sounds of a fight coming from a side street. Such sounds are neither common nor uncommon and I had a mind to walk by until I heard a woman's scream. My honor may have been in tatters, but I was not so low as to leave a woman to such a fate. I followed the sounds and fought off three men who had dragged her out of the common areas. I did not realize how angry I had been until it was over and they were all laying unconscious on the pavement. I will not tire you with the details of dealing with the authorities, but in the process I had occasion to meet the girl's father. He was much impressed with my skills and offered me a job as his bodyguard. It is from this occupation I now greet you, and as I have found this telling of mine and Sally's tale to have lightened my spirits, I shall continue to tell what there is to tell. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, October 16th, 2003
8:08 pm	A busy week indeed... I have found that this job of being a "bodyguard" is much like that of being a champion in Pylea - in both you rarely have much notice before being called upon to act. At my employer's meeting last week, he decided that he had to go "take care of business" personally which led us across the country to New Jersey for a week. I did not find the trip to be that interesting, and will not waste any further energy on it. Returning to my story... I took Sally back to the city to recover from her experience. We talked more of our argument and agreed to let it go for a little while longer. This was as much because I was tired of yelling as it was because we had a greater problem to deal with - money. Sally has had more experience in this dimension than I, and she had aquired a fair amount of money in California. But this city of Las Vegas is expensive - we had not even entered one of those casinos, though I was curious what would draw so many people at all hours of the day and night. I had heard rumor of drink and gaming... but I digress. We finally decided that it was better to seek employment while it was an option, and not a necessity. I will not bore you with the details, for the great poets would only say that we searched for many days. In the end she found a position as a waitress and I as a guard or what they called a 'bouncer,' though bouncing was not part of the job description. It seemed to me that we had begun to make for ourselves a routine, a place in this city to call our own. Then she was killed. Please forgive me. I cannot tell any more this night. (Comment on this)
Thursday, October 9th, 2003
6:50 pm	Prologue Many have asked where I have been and what I have been doing. I will endeavor to explain my absence, although it may take several attempts - I am still not accostumed to explaining myself. But a champion's story must be told, and I will do my best. Five moons ago, Sally and I drove into this bright city in the middle of the desert. To me it seemed something from a story of my childhood - a magickal place in the middle of nowhere where great evil tempts the innocent. Sally simply called it Las Vegas. I quickly discovered that the city may have been the one that inspired the story, for great evil did in fact dwell there. We encountered many demons, some of whom claimed not to be evil. But worse were some of the men and women we met. When I did live in Los Angeles with my Princess, I learned that the people of this dimension do seem to give in to evil at an alarming rate. But nothing prepared me for this. It seems the same was true for Sally. We had not been there a week before we began to argue loudly about this evil. Sally was convinced that our mission was to eliminate the demons; I was not as sure. Angel is a demon and yet he fights for the forces of good. And I myself am not wholely human. The phrase I have heard is "things are not always black and white." I was more concerned with the evils some of these people were doing upon innocents. She said that that was not what she saw in the weaving. In anger, I asked her if she was seeing clearly. And so we fought for many days before she suddenly disappeared. I desperately searched for her for almost a week before I found her out in the desert. She had been on a vision quest to see if I had been correct, if her dislike of so many demons had clouded her vision. She was not able to gain a clear answer, and reluctantly accompanied me back to the city for food and rest. For now I must leave the story here. I must accompany my employer to a meeting that is to start in ten minutes, and he wishes me to turn off the computer before we leave. He calls it a 'security risk,' a concept I do not yet thoroughly understand. I shall continue the tale later. (Comment on this)
Monday, October 6th, 2003
8:15 pm	A New Start In Pylea there are bards to take account of the wondrous deeds of champions and sing them in epic balads. It seems this world has the same thing, only here it is called "the media." It does not do its job well, for there are many stories left untold. I have decided that I must be champion and bard both. My song will be journal and the people I champion... ... Las Vegas. But as in all sagas, it is a story that cannot be told over one fire. (I have also been told by my employer that I am not to spend overmuch time on this journal when I am supposed to be working. That too shall be explained.) (4 Comments |Comment on this)