Day 5. Monday 10:30am.
Polly had left the house, Anna and Zia were in the kitchen cooking, and Jack was walking towards Polly’s room with an old jerky bag filled with spider egg sacs. Despite still feeling sore from the pr...
2025-08-22 22:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostDay 5. Monday 3:00am.
The swordsman with the large blade strode towards Jack’s mother, who was hiding amongst the twisted roots of a fallen tree while shielding little Zia with her arms. Her eyes, wide with terror, shifted...
2025-08-21 22:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostDay 4. Sunday 1:45pm.
Back at home, Jack was happy to no longer have so many blood-soaked items in his room. He cleaned his weapons and the other items he’d recovered from the dead rogue; they required a wipe with a damp c...
2025-08-20 22:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostDay 4. Sunday 1:00pm.
Jack trudged through the city, every muscle protesting from the previous day’s chaos. His bloodied pack was slung over one shoulder. It bulged with the rogue’s spoils—armour, gambeson, cloak, glov...
2025-08-18 22:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostDay 4. Sunday 9:30am.
Jack picked up his smaller notebook and turned to a fresh page. It was time to record the fight with the rat-faced rogue. A few minutes later, the memory was etched in ink. Every misstep, every hesitati...
2025-08-15 21:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostDay 4. Sunday 6:30am.
While waiting for breakfast, Jack recounted the events of the previous day to his silent father, with his mother interjecting as she prepared the meal.
“Your plan leaves a bad taste,” his fath...
2025-08-13 22:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostDay 4. Sunday 6:00am.
Jack didn’t wake until his mother roused him at six in the morning to check his injuries and offer him breakfast. He sat on the edge of the bed, feeling sore. Every muscle felt like it’d been pulled...
2025-08-11 19:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 9:15pm.
“Polly,” his mom called out, “go run your brother a hot bath. We need that filth washed off before we treat his other wounds.”
Polly hesitated for a moment. Perhaps trying to craft a wit...
2025-08-08 18:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 9:00pm.
Their father returned with a woman in her late twenties who carried a small pack emblazoned with a red cross. Jack recognised her face; he’d seen her around the local area in his past life, though t...
2025-08-06 22:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 8:45pm.
Jack entered the courtyard of his home without a good plan. He had a plan, but it wasn’t a very good one.
He removed the rogue’s shortsword and bow, along with the dead rogue’s pack, and s...
2025-08-04 22:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 6:25pm.
Jack winced as he rolled out of the tree hollow. His first task was to remove all the damn bugs that had crawled under his clothes! “I fucking hate bugs!” he complained as he shook his clothes, tr...
2025-08-01 22:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 5:45pm.
Over twenty minutes had passed with Jack lying in the hollow beneath the fallen tree’s roots. He was waiting to see if the other adventurers had followed him. His only company was the cooling corpse...
2025-07-25 21:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 5:30pm.
After hearing the thin rogue and large swordsman discussing stealing his white oak bow, Jack didn’t wait to hear more. He turned on his heels and sprinted towards Lundun as fast as he could, picking...
2025-07-25 20:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 4:55pm.
As Jack waited for the negative effects of the adrenaline rush to fade, he wrote about his first goblin fight. The action of putting pen to paper calmed his mind, though not quite enough to stop his h...
2025-07-25 19:02:00 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 4:45pm.
Jack held his bow at mid-draw as his eyes widened at the guttural snarl he’d heard coming from the forest. He prepared for a battle. At that moment, he wanted to grip the dagger’s handle, but coul...
2025-07-25 19:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 3:00pm.
Jack chose a patch of firm, level ground near the border of the undamaged forest and the ruined practice area. He set down his pack and removed the bow from over his shoulder.
The weapon was mad...
2025-07-25 19:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 1:00pm.
Jack walked out of the city towards the nearest public forest with a plan to practise archery. Despite having little interest in archery, he was looking forward to some practice. In his past life, he...
2025-07-25 17:00:11 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 11:30am.
Jack pointed to the kitchen table. “Take a seat,” he said to the orphan girl he’d brought home. “My mom’s out… I’ll find you some old clothes.” As the girl took a seat, he leaned his ...
2025-07-25 17:00:10 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 12:30pm.
As Jack finished a second fireball scroll, his mom returned to the kitchen with the now-clean Zia. He didn’t recognise her without the layer of dirt. The little orphan girl had striking silver hair...
2025-07-25 17:00:10 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 11:00am.
While waiting in line for his turn to buy a wrap, Arman spotted him and called out, “Jack, I must be blessed by the Gods, no? Visited two days in a row. Does your mother not feed you, yes?” Arman...
2025-07-25 07:00:00 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 6:00am.
Jack woke with an aching body after a few hours of restless sleep. The combination of being awakened by a nightmare, exercise, and a mattress-free bed left him achy and tender.
“Another day an...
2025-07-25 06:59:00 +0000 UTC View PostDay 3. Saturday 3:00am.
Jack tried to scream, but he had no voice. He tried to run to his father, but his limbs were locked as though chained by invisible iron… it was cold and biting. Only his eyes could move, wide and st...
2025-07-24 10:09:33 +0000 UTC View PostDay 2. Friday 7:00pm.
Jack sat at the kitchen table, feeling content and a little sore. He was surrounded by his loving family. His mom had just finished serving their evening meal and had sat down to eat with him, his siste...
2025-07-24 10:01:43 +0000 UTC View PostDay 2. Friday 1:30pm.
After greeting his mom and grabbing a snack, Jack tiptoed to his sister’s room to return the borrowed valet costume. Holding the uniform in his hands, he frowned. “I’ll need to buy one like this f...
2025-07-24 09:57:35 +0000 UTC View PostDay 2. Friday 11:45am.
Jack ducked into a quiet alley and changed into the valet costume. Tucking away his dagger under his uniform, he patted his stomach. “I really should lose a few pounds,” he grumbled, noting that he...
2025-07-24 09:55:47 +0000 UTC View PostDay 2. Friday 6:00am.
Jack woke to the sound of cockerels crowing. He groaned as he rolled onto his back. To help him sleep on the hard boards, he’d stuffed his blankets under him as padding. “Ow. My poor back.” Young ...
2025-07-24 09:54:07 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 2:45pm.
As Jack ‘jogged’ through the city, he considered ways to earn gold fast. If everything went like his first life, he’d be working with his father as a Novice Scribe in a couple of weeks.
T...
2025-07-24 09:52:08 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 2:00pm.
Jack hid the dagger under his clothing and entered his home in a good mood. He smiled when he smelled his mom’s cooking. His mother tended to cook more when worried.
“Is everything alright,...
2025-07-24 09:50:58 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 12:50pm.
Jack gave up on gaining access to the blood magic grimoire. I’ll send an anonymous accusation that Greaves is trying to access a blood magic grimoire. He smiled at the idea of the inquisi...
2025-07-24 09:49:44 +0000 UTC View PostDay 1. Thursday, 12:25pm.
Jack was perplexed and sat holding the blood-red rose. He contemplated what the old lady had said while appreciating the birdsong above. Her words echoed in his mind. ‘All choices matter…’...
2025-07-24 09:33:42 +0000 UTC View Post