An excerpt from a recently read study regarding a rather macabre analysis of the Gnomish folk:

"...the Gnomish folk are certainly below standard intelligence..."

Makes one wonder at what mark of intelligence stand those who so easily fell prey to the cunning of a Gnomish lad and his confectionary cart of dog treats and tainted milk.

The answer to such a humility is of course to humiliate oneself further by declaring war on the village of Gorshire and revelling in the mutilation of their children's corpses.

You can call it progress all you like, but it seems damned backwards to me. Seems more an emotional outburst at being bested by a boy.

All this talk of progress, but what most really desire is the perpetuation of the present, as we are given example to now.

What a monumental victory.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Glacian, in the year 866 AF.