Bishop Black's Journal, Entry #1
Dear Dia...Journal. I meant to write 'Journal'. Diaries are for the kind of people that press flowers and...oh, forget it. Let's just get on with this, shall we?
Let's start with a bit of backstory, just in case I decide to print off an autobiography somewhere down the line. Mother was a fan of tarot cards and other mystical devices, and dad played a lot of Shin Megami Tensei games. Not exactly a perfect match, but they worked things out. I had a decent childhood, but I think I would've preferred an interesting one. Most exciting day of my life was the time I got a tatoo on my cheek, though the time I tripped down a flight of stairs and scarred my forehead comes close. Currently, my interest are reading books, shooting pool, and watching British serials about time-travellers and vampires. Sometimes the vampires can travel through time, but you don't want to combine too many elements, lest you end up with a nonsensical mess.
Oh, and I can magically put together furniture and buildings and instill them with essences I've gathered from the world around me. You should've seen the look on my woodshop teacher's face when we found this out.
So yesterday, after watching the latest episode of "May I Bite Your Face?", I get this phone call. It was from some dame I'd never met before, who went by the name of Rosalyn. How she found out about me and my special talent, I'll never know. But apparently, I'm not the only Sim in history that can build things with a snap of their fingers. Rosalyn was apparently the mayor of a town that thrived due to a man like me, but after he vanished mysteriously, the place just couldn't survive without his maitenance and started to decay. Most of the Sims there began to move away, which just made things worse, and now Rosalyn was pleading for me to come down and restore her town to the five-star utopia it had once been.
I hung up the phone almost immediately after she asked that. Clearly, if this dame wasn't trying to pull one over on me, she was just going to fall into the same trap as last time. A guy like me can't stay in one place for the rest of his life, you know? But then I took a few moments to think, and realised just how much power I'd have in that joint. I know that power corrupts those without great responsibility and whatnot, but I lived a rather lonely life, and this could be my chance to make it big in the world.
Rosalyn calls again later, since I'm apparently her only option, and I decide to accept this time. She's extremely pleased, and to show just how major this deal was, she asks me what I would like the town to be known as from now on. She said that it wasn't a big deal, especially since the place was so barren that I may as well have been starting from scratch anyways. A quick glance at a game I've been playing a lot of lately, and I have an answer for her: "Lemuris". Rather fitting if you've played the game, but under different circumstances, I would have been just as likely to rechristen the place "Santa Destroy" or "Streetfighteropolis". Guess we got lucky.
After grabbing all my stuff and putting it into a single backpack (another cool thing I can do for no explainable reason), I realise that this is probably going to be a long trip. So, I decided to pick up this journal and just keep writing until I ran out of things to say. Which is right now, actually. I'll try to write more once I get there, but for now, I think I'm just gonna nap until this choo-choo stops at my new home.
End of Entry #1
