Argembarger's Sanity Journal
oh god
oh dear sweet merciful Armok
if you find this journal
and I am no longer alive
tell my story
I hope you are sane
like me
sane
I came to this fortress, it feels like ages ago. All of these dwarves are crazy. Crazy! Not me. I'm normal.
they must never knowI saw it, you know. He killed her. Killed her with his pick... no remorse. She was tired of travelling. So was I. Not these dwarves. they never seem to tire. They seem to have some sort of evil, inner energy that keeps them going. They run on logic, cleanliness, order, symmetry, it's different for each. Not me. I'm completely normal. And I'm in hiding.
I faked my own death, you know. I had to, had to. No choice. They were on to me. I let my guard down, I didn't mean to, I was finally feeling safe after so much misery. I forgot to only step on every other tile. I forgot to knock on the wall before I turned a corner. Stupid, stupid, stupid! The act is what keeps one alive in crazy-town! How could I forget!? They noticed, too. I know they did. Know it. Saw it in their eyes. They recognized me as the outsider I was. Lolghurt was the one who knew first. She walked right up to me, stared right through my soul with those manic eyes... So I did it. It was a huge gamble. I dropped face down on the ground at her feet, motionless. I felt her piercing visage on the back of my skull. She accepted it. she accepted it. Sometimes the crazy pays off, ha ha. she walked away. i made my move.
I found the butcher. I killed him. It's ok though, he didn't even know he was dying. He kept mumbling that he needed to alphabetize the organs... He was buried in my place. I don't think they even looked at the body. Just wanted it gone, it was ruining their perfect order, the miasma offending their sense of rightness.
It's the perfect disguise
I am now the butcher. nobody pays much attention to me now. The butcher has always been a position looked down upon in Whiskeybridle. The blood, the bones, the gristle... it is chaos, and offensive to these dwarves. but they recognize the value of a good butcher, especially since they aren't about to do the job themselves.
It is the first day of 1055. happy BLEEDING New Year. i'm not having one. I am the only sane dwarf I know. And the sanity is driving me... insane.