We must lay the witch! ... i mean um, in the name of justice i will purge all evil! Great game! I had a lot of fun hacking and slashing.
...something more through? well , i got nothing but...
Here's is this diary page i found.
"My name is Elizabeth rose bloodflame. I siege this ruined land to run out the delightful devilish witch has been driving people mad with her voice, i have come to put a stop to her fetching foolish ways
As i progressed though the dungeon, i found myself getting stronger, my resolve tampering me like a fine blade. It also soothed my aches, so as long as i didn't get too reckless in a fight, i would persevere. I could focus my anger, my thirst for righteous justice. But it is true what they say, a quest of revenge begs 2 graves, so i focused on focusing my power though my blade, and increasing its size and warding abilities. Those blasted yet deceptively cute birds shall plague me with their spells no longer!
They have deemed to call my blade, the surname of 'Hawk'. Not its name, but i find its charm. Stings like talons of a hawk, and just as persistent. I don't know who this 'Mike' is however. According to the birds this Mr. Hawk was a large individual. Strange, but i mustn't dally on this. I will slay these monsters with the added power of Sir Hawk Mike!
Then the encounter. I finally caught up with her. Beautiful beastly blasted demon. I admit, I could not help but feel a twinge of pity, she never wanted this. But, it is the nature of knights and monsters to clash. And clash we shall- STOP BLOCKING MY VIEW OF THE LOVELY LADY YOU BIRDS!... I mean... Stand down evil doers! Justice shall be swift and through.
I continued my assault. and my assault i mean smacked all the monster from the other side of the room with my The Hawk of Sir Mike. Yet, it didn't seem fair though. The demon, perhaps she could be persuaded? at least, i wanted to look her in the eye as i finished her. I got close, and kept hitting her , hoping i might knock some sense into her with close contact, but nay. in my burning heart, i knew what had to be done. I ended it, and freed the land once more. It was a victory, yet it felt hollow. I wish things could be different, but allas, they are not.
Oh well, I take my leave. Have felled the Demon, with the Hawk of Mike.
End diary entry.
"
...My team is right i really should stop writing past midnight.