We have poured intense energy into this dream. Now to see it blossom into something grand. Much has exceeded expectation, but the real journey begins now. Time to finish what we have started and to share our works with the world.

Watching our enemies in action. They have overcome my tactics for the first time. I take pleasure in the new found difficulty. I watch them dance around the screen in tentative alarm as I try to plot my next move. Everything is starting to flow as it should.

We have thrown away our past. New enemies come into works. Every motion and movement taken into high concideration. Perfection is the goal. Many modifications needed. It is marvolous to watch our artist push forward with refined fury.

This wandering journey. Without settled place of abode, had been so pleasant to me. That my own house, I called it to myself. It was a perfect settlement to me compared. For good, too though, in consequence. I find the peace in solace.

The goal is becoming clear. I can see a purpose. The pieces are starting to fit as if made perfectly for one another. Soon the picture will be complete. We will push forward. Follow the path until the road is paved.

Seeking and searching for a crew to bring forth dreams of smoke and fairy dust. No real path. Only the hopes of creating a star that shines bright in the night sky. Day by day and inch by inch. Something beautiful will come from this rubble.