"Where do I even begin? I can't remember how long I've been doing this, inter-dimensional time distortion doesn't help.

I guess I'll start with what I'm doing: hunting. A GM, or "Grand Manipulator" as I call them, is my quarry. I managed to hit it pretty good, it chased me for a bit, that was scary. Now it's fled, more like 'burrowed'. I've got my hunting rifle and lighter that Arb gave me; it shines unnaturally bright, which is helpful.

No more time for notes, have to finish this thing off before whatever it is that's leading them hones in on its distress signal. Not ready to face *that* monster yet.

I'll get him yet, and hopefully not murder the fuck out of the world in the process."

Excerpt from Bone's Journal; search query: "GM Hunting"

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