Dear Diary,
I have taken to writing in you because there is no one I can trust to share my thoughts with anymore. I have won the respect and love of the people for a second time by killing off the wretched nobility. But how long can that last? They will soon be nervous and apprehensive again when I walk the halls, they always look at me with their shifty eyes. They always look at me with a smile and a whisper...I see through them! I know them!
But I need them diary. I need them to haul stone. I need them to finish building my palace and my temple so that my god will grant me the eternal paradise that I DESERVE!!!
I have abolished rent. In fact I abolished the entire capitalist economy! The peasants see me as a warrior queen, a worker's heroine, who has fought and won freedom for the masses. I laugh when I think of their stupidity and complete and utter inferiority!
But you wont believe it diary! Guess. Okay Ill tell you...that meddling Duke still meddles from beyond the grave! No sooner had we intered his filthy remains in that mausoleum of his then here comes a new Tax Collector coming over the hill, claiming that he was requested by the Duke to fill a vacancy!
I tried to tell him I was Queen and I had abolished the capitalist ways of the old nobility. He didnt even recognize that I had any authority over such things. The impudence!
He even had the iron balls to make a demand of me and my great fortress. That we should procure him several animal traps.
Oh hell no diary! Hes going in the pit!