Fortune Seeker's Journal

The last pages of the journal are smudged with blood.

"Slipped on the ice and broke my legs. Maybe it's just the White Void affecting my mind, but I don't have a single regret. A lot of pain, but no regrets.

Learn a trade, they said. Open a shop, they said. Invest in a wagon, they said. Plant parsnips, they said.

Which just goes to show you that the type of person who wants to die in their sleep lacks imagination. I'd rather die screaming on top of the world than whimpering at the bottom. So let the screaming begin."