My Revenge Journal

Once Bitten, Twice Shy

2010-01-07T12:29:00.000-08:00

Dear Revenge Journal,

Ugh, recovering from being unwell is a rather unpleasent process, I must say. It is especially tedious when there are tasks needing to be accomplished and you can't do more than roll over to the other side of the bed... my poor fonmachines. They probably feel very unloved right now...

At least today I was able to get up and move without problems... there were some other problems, but nothing to major to prevent me from preparing to head out to take care of some unfinished buisness. Soon my preparations will be complete, fufufu.....

-Dist the Rose

2009-11-08T15:39:00.001-08:00

Grrrrr...!!

2009-11-07T23:24:00.000-08:00

Dear Revenge Journal,

There are times where I begin to wonder just how long my patience will last when it comes to coworkers. Largo often just plain ignored me, and I was alright with that because who needs to socialize when there's work and research to be done? But honestly, that Sync is really getting on my nerves! Sooner or later, this conflict will have to come to an end, and I refuse to let him get the best of me!

There was one day in particular that occured about three weeks from today, where I was putting through a call to Spinoza... and you know what that ratty little Sync was doing? Eavesdropping. That's right, there is nothing I cannot tolerate less than someone dropping in uninvited on my intellectual conversations! And what's worse is the cockroach skuttled over to Van and tried to rat me out... not that there was a thing to rat me out on in the first place! GRRR!!! Why is it that I always have to take the brunt of everything that seems to go wrong or has the possibility to go wrong?! It's unfair, I tell you! If Jade was here.... Oh, if Jade was here, he would show them! Yes! .... Wait a moment, I don't need Jade! I handled the situation myself, with a little bit of Spinoza's help. I was able to convey my side of the story, and everything cleared up... I hope. Sync is just a huge bomb waiting to explode, I'm convinced of this now. One more person walking by and KABOOM!! Fired! Gone! Out of my way so I can quietly and peacefully sit down and do my work!

Don't worry, my beloved Revenge Journal... together, the two of us will withstand this monstrosity.

-Dist the Rose

Misery Buisness

2009-07-10T01:52:00.000-07:00

Dear Revenge Journal,

What is it that I want to do with myself? With this life I've worked so hard to build up only to find myself at a point where I no longer am confident in the path I've chosen? Perhaps I just haven't spent enough time putting thought into where it is I plan to go... what I want to do. The God Generals aren't doing much to help, that's for one... bah, useless baggage! The only reason I came here in the first place was because I didn't know where else to go after escaping the horrors back in Ketterberg...

... Revenge Journal, it's about time I got up off my behind and went out looking for something to move me forward rather than let it come to me, which obviously isn't working. Wish me luck!

- Dist the Rose

Those Happy Days, They Seem so Hard to Find

2009-01-08T13:03:00.000-08:00

Dear Revenge Journal~

I detest sitting in a chair other than my spinning chair of fantabulousness... especially when the other chair so happens to be a barber's chair or even worse... the dentist. -sob- Fortunately, I didn't have to go to the dentist, but I did have to remove myself from my work to make a trip down to the closest hair parlour. I must remind you that my hair is so gorgeous simply because I know just the right way to make it sparkle and dazzle with radiance.

But ooooh, those crazy women and their petting hands! Why is it that they have to get their oily little toothpicks into my beautiful hair like brittle combs that snag and jerk?! Not only is it utterly demoralizing, but it's... it's... it's unheard of! How do they know what products to use? How do they know just how I want my hair done? What if they mess it up? What if it all gets cut off on accident? What if it never grows back?! What if JADE SEES?!?!

C-calm... calm... m-must be calm... that won't happen, no... no it won't.... T-think about the roses, Saphir, the beautiful roses.... yes....

- Dist the Rose

A Bitter Memory

2009-01-06T16:39:00.000-08:00

Dear Revenge Journal~

There comes a time when bitter memories must be put to rest, but I fear that there are some that are meant to never been forgotten. I cannot say just how I figure this, but I believe it to be true.

For instance, there is a memory I tend to constantly recall of when Jade and I were young teenagers, just barely out of gradeschool. We were in a classroom and it was nearing the last few minutes of class; I was tagging along behind Jade, holding onto the back of his backpack and tugging on it gently while whining a bit. Sure, I did a lot of whining when I was younger... what? I still whine now? H-how rude! I do not whine! I assure you, I do not whine! ... And NO, my nose does NOT run! It does not! DOES NOT!!

... Ahem, anyhow. So I was holding on and making a little bit of noise when this complete stranger in the classroom walks up to me and punches me in the gut quite harshly. Ouch, there goes my kidney... Of course, the shock caused me to let go, which I think was the other person's goal, but really! I hardly knew the person, let alone spoke to them! Just where do they get the nerve to come up to me and hit me like that?! I'll never forget looking down at the bruise that formed some time later from it. I mean really, what ever happened to saying "Could you let go?" or something like that? It wasn't even Jade that was complaining (I think he was probably just used to it...)!

So here I am, still remembering that bitter memory from years ago. I don't think of it all that often, but often enough to boil that anger deep in the pit of my heart. One day... one day, just you wait... I will get my revenge.

- Dist the Rose

It All Looks the SAME!!

2008-11-15T22:51:00.000-08:00

Dear Revenge Journal-

Most of the time, I reside inside my office with my tinkering equipment and whatnot, but yesterday.... I learned the reason why I don't go walking around the church's interior.

Every corridor, every wall, every flooring looks the same! Everything is the same, no matter where you go to in that psycho building! I swear, I litterally went around in a loop at least twenty times before I gave up trying to find where Van had moved his office to! He had asked me to deliver some doccuments to him that he had to send off... but I eventually got fed up with looking and went to go send the doccuments myself. Bah! That's the last time I go outside of my room!

-Dist the Rose

When the Crap Hits the Fan...

2008-11-12T01:48:00.000-08:00

... that's the sign to evacuate the building.

Dear Revenge Journal~

Thus for nearly a whole year now, I have constantly been on the run from that duplicitous snake, Jade, and his group of lackeys. For the most time, I have spent my so called exile in Yulia City, where I heard that they took in just about anyone seeking refuge. To my upmost delight, this came true. However... the one vital mistake I realized I had made once I had split from the Church of Lorelei... is that I left you, my beloved Revenge Journal, behind and at the mercy of that terrible, bloated son of a biscut, Grand Maestro Mohs. I have not had a chance to sneak on back and retrieve you, my dear friend, until now, and that is all thanks to the mayor of Yulia City. He is a wonderful man, indeed... if not for him, my secrets may have been spilled amongst the other God Generals and my reputation would be completely trashed!

But alas, back to that evil, twisted being whom never allows me a moment of peaceful rest...

I have not had a face to face encounter with Jade in the year that I have been on the run, but I have had a few close calls. One time was back in Baticul... how could I ever forget? That was the time when I was forced to take cover in a prickly bush nearby, else I might have been spotted by the slimey bugger. It ruined my hair, my clothes, my purple lipstick... it turned me into what had to have been the next Frankenstein, but... alas. I still managed to keep myself dignified until the Jade gang had filed past. Apparently they had been headed towards Sheridan for some matter or another...

Now that I think on it more, I believe it had something to do with Professor Nebilim's catalysts! If those brainless twits are out trying to collect all seven of the catalysts for me... then all I would need is the data, and then Professor Nebilim's revival would be complete! Aha! Ahahaha! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

THIS WORLD WILL BE MINE YET, JUST YOU WAIT, JADE CURTISS!!!

- Dist the Rose

Blasted Day Indeed...

2007-12-11T20:20:00.000-08:00

Dear Revenge Journal~

Today has just not been my day.

I awoke this morning from a dreadful nightmare of some old lady trying to steal my car, even though I have absolutely no idea what this ‘car’ is. Oh well, not the less, that one section of the dream was all I could remember, so it stuck with me for most of the day.

Things went from bad to worse when I completely skipped taking my dosage of medicine for the day, spacing the matter while I was brushing my teeth. It seemed that no matter how many times I thought about taking the medicine, I still managed to forget it within the span of two minutes. Bah, thus I suffered from a dark cloud hanging over my head.

If that wasn’t horrid enough, I must have consumed some foul milk around midday. I hadn’t been feeling too well for some time, but it got even worse after I drank that milk. I curled up in the corner for at least an hour, feeling absolutely miserable before it was time for a due trip to the restroom… where I then suffered from the runs.

Revenge Journal… I repeat. Today has just not been my day.

~Dist the Rose

Perhaps Another Chance is Worth Giving...

2007-11-23T17:44:00.000-08:00

Dear Revenge Journal~

Sync didn't seem as stuck up as usual when I arrived at work today, although Van told me I wasn't allowed near the front. (I'm not sure why this is so... maybe they think I'm the culprit of something that happened without my knowing. Perhaps I will never know.)

Yet Sync and I worked side by side, taking account of the many different books within the Church's library, which I guartentee you is the size of a mansion all on its own. Even though I did most of the work... at least he didn't try to wring out my neck.

~Dist the Rose

To Have Such Things are but a Dream

2007-11-22T12:17:00.000-08:00

Dear Revenge Journal~

I hear there is such a thing called Thanksgiving in another land apart from ours. Here on Auldrant, there is not much to be celebrated, save for the Score which we no longer rely on, and occasionally, the brightening birthdays that bring joy to the eyes of children.

To be thankful for something and to remember what it is we are fortunate to have... that is the meaning of this holiday that I have discovered. I myself have not much to be glad about, save for you, my dear Revenge Journal. At one point in my life, I was fortunate to have what one may call friends... but they have left me. Jade no longer recognizes my worth, and Peony only drops by to bother me. Perhaps the only one that really matters is Professor Nebilim and Nephry, Jade's charming sister.

If I had to pick something to be thankful for, my laborator would the the first thing that I'd choose. It is a solace that I seek, to be alone and sheltered where I can conduct my research. There are so many more things I have yet to discover, but if I will ever be granted the knowlege I seek is beyond my control...

~Dist the Rose

The Stack Never Diminishes...!

2007-11-18T16:00:00.000-08:00

Dear Revenge Journal~

I swear to Lorelei that the neverending stack of paperwork isn't getting ANY closer to the ground. Perhaps it dares to defy me as its master... if that is the case, then we have yet another enemy to demolish, my dear Revenge Journal!

My hand aches with pain after scribbling for so long, but I dare not stop in fear of being booted out of my position as a God-General. I don't get it; just because I'm a mechanical genius doesn't mean everyone and their dog has to give me their paperwork to do for them! Hmph!!

~Dist the Rose

A Party of Four; Now Sprawled on the Floor

2007-11-17T20:15:00.000-08:00

Dear Revenge Journal~

I've never been one to enjoy myself at parties, (even on the rare occasion that I'm invited in the first place...) but this one I just returned from was not all too bad. I took along Arietta to a party being hosted by Grand Maestro Mohs, and when we got there, we were joined by Jade's sister, Nephry, and Emperor Peony.

Most of the time, the four of us spent the time in one of the rooms, casually discussing random topics while Emperor Peony floated in and out of the halls, talking and greeting many of those he passed. There would be intervals of time where he would take forever to return, and my safest guess would be that he was off flirting with the women... he hasn't changed.

I actually ate more there than I usually do in a week; perhaps it was the chocolate mint ice cream cake that I discovered.

... I could have sworn I had seen Jade there, but I pray to Lorelei that I was imagining things.

~Dist the Rose

He's at it AGAIN!

2007-11-17T12:01:00.001-08:00

Dear Revenge Journal~

I fear my life is about to take a turn for the worst, and this time, it will not have anything to do with Jade.

Yesterday afternoon, I was merrily observing Legretta as she continued to fire a squirt gun at one of my other coworkers, Arietta. (The poor girl seems rather gloomy all the time... perhaps we are alike in more ways than one.) I thought it looked rather amusing, so I opted to give it a shot, which to my upmost displeasure, was rejected. I muttered under my breath something along the lines of, "I could always get another squirt gun..." and turned around, chair in tow, en route to the bathroom.

It was then that Sync (Grrr, I almost hate him more than Jade!) called out to me in a snotty tone, "Don't get another squirt gun, Dist!"

At first I couldn't hear him, so I barely turned my head to stare blankly as I requested that he repeated what he just said. The reply was the same, and I gave the snooty bloke the best glare I could muster before answering, "I was going to the bathroom."

So, I did as I said I was... only to find Sync waiting outside the restroom, indicating for me to follow him, thus we ended up in one of the Fon Master's empty guest rooms.

"You can hate me all you want," he told me, "but as long as we're working here together, we're going to have to get along and show some sort of respect."

I must interrupt at this point to inform you that ever since I started working with the snit, he looked down upon me like a child or some sort of animal. On many occasions did he shoo me out of the Church of Lorelei like I was some beast with rabies.

I stared blankly at him as he continued, "And again, you can hate me all you want, detest me all you want, but-" At this point, I wasn't listening any more. There was absolutely no reason for me to show any sort of respect to someone who treated me like a pile of dung. I had a strong urge to reply, "Perhaps if you started treating me as an equal, I would care to show you what you're seeking." but I didn't.

I turned and began to float away in my chair when Sync snapped at me and called me back over, a flare in his hawk-ish mask. "Do you hear me?"

At this point, I replied, "... You can try."

This only seemed to make him more angry, and he threatened, "If you don't, I'll have to talk to Van."

So that was his motive. The freakshow wanted to get me fired! A boiling rage began to bubble up in my gut as my fists clenched, but I only gritted out a "Whatever." before I returned to my previous duties.

And so war on my position begins...

~Dist the Rose

How DARE He!!

2007-11-16T19:47:00.000-08:00

Dear Revenge Journal~

I simply cannot take this humiliation any longer. That conninving snake, Jade, has outwitted me one too many times, and I've about had it up to here with his shinanigans! Whether it be mocking me in my face, telling dirty lies about me behind my back, or simply smiling at me from across the county (Do not ask how he does this; I swear to Lorelei he's magical...), he does it without a single bit of remorse.

There comes a time for everything, my dear journal, when it must end and return to the place hence it came. Jade will be no different, and I swear by the seventh fonon that I will be the one to put that dupliticous weasel back in his place!

Hear me now, Revenge Journal, for you and I are partners in brainstorming a thousand wicked plans on how I could go about my brilliant goal. I will continue to fight against those who mock me, the gorgeous rose, no matter who they are or where they came from! I am Dist, and they will learn to fear me! EVERY. LAST. ONE.

~Dist the Rose