Dear Diary,

It's cold and I'm on a floating island.

What the fuck

I'm lost in this stupid city and everyone is dressed better than me

Fucking guns hell yes give me a dozen

I just spent an hour doing leves and I almost raised one level…. to 31

I have a hundred thousand quests a new class (at least) 10 levels to do on bard which is more like 100 levels due to the exp I'm supposed to gather stuff for an airship or something and I still can't fly

I hate my life

Dear Mr. Moogle

Have seen were I put my hammer not that crappy old Artisan’s one that took me months to get but that shinny new Adamantite ball-pein one with protective grip you know the one that does not hurt my delicate Taru hands I bought for pennys on the gil from a haft wit.
Gil falls in to my lap if only I had time to fleece the rich of their gil but alas I’ll settle for a steady flow. I tell you the gil to be made from inpatient folk would fill many a garter down at the fuzzy pa inn.
The city sucks best to stay outside to many people with guns dressed like dandy’s or dark knight running around the streets at night yelling “I’m bat man”.
I do have a new venter concerning a fleet of air ships will tell you more when I’m back home.

Hope this finds you well
Xan

omg you guys kill me XD

I love it!!