Dear Diary, Um. I'm in a really bad situation right now. Y'know that guy in the bible who got swallowed up by a whale? ... So, I guess there's nothing else for me to do other than pass the time by writing. Some day in the future, an archaeologist will read this and put me in a history textbook for students to skim past. In regard to recent events, the past whatever and so have been crazy. Oh geez, there's a whole lot to unpack. Uh. Let's see... I was doing the usual stuff, just chilling and whatnot, though everything went out the window when I got hit by a truck and sent into another world. All that fun and cool stuff, yeah, but the weirdness of it all never seemed to stop. So anyways, this is the perfect time to exposition dump. Luckily for me, I was born as the youngest son of the king. Unluckily for me, I was immediately revoked of my status and kicked out of the royal family. I would be a lot angrier if it wasn't for the fact that I was able to steal something important from those frauds, and that's when the awesomeness began. I managed to steal an ancient artifact, more specifically the Dark Lord's grimoire, and things just happened so that now I'm the new Dark Lord. There's just a teeny, itsy, bitsy problem: My magic stat is 1. What do I do, exactly? Shouldn't I be super strong? It seems like the only spells that I can unlock are completely random and useless in terms of coolness and combat. And now, I'm hitting the word limit. Who put a word limit on a stupid diary spell of all things? I'm afraid that I, the Dark Lord, must finish this entry before this whale fully digests me, otherwise nobody will know of my legacy. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(feel free to enjoy this unconventional story, I guess)fishingogo on Scribble Hub