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	Another one of the louder voices is Mistress Bethelrown the Chatelaine. She is a high elf who was in charge of the regional governor’s estate and its staff. It took her generations of governors to reach her position. She had grand plans for improving the running of the land and estates. Due to the demonic attack ending her life, Mistress Bethelrown is filled irate frustration for no longer having her plans and schemes that she sacrificed so much for over many decades. Bethelrown wants the demons to have everything they planned taken away from them too. Does that about sum it, Beth? OK, OK. It is not “Beth” or “Bethel”, it is Mistress Bethelrown, I got it. I’m sorry. Did I get the rest right? Yes. Good. Thank you. Hazel says that Mistress Bethelrown's bitter frustration and and need to have the demons experience it as well is what has her stuck here instead of moving onward.		Another one of the louder voices is Mistress Bethelrown the Chatelaine. She is a high elf who was in charge of the regional governor’s estate and its staff. It took her generations of governors to reach her position. She had grand plans for improving the running of the land and estates. Due to the demonic attack ending her life, Mistress Bethelrown is filled irate frustration for no longer having her plans and schemes that she sacrificed so much for over many decades. Bethelrown wants the demons to have everything they planned taken away from them too. Does that about sum it, Beth? OK, OK. It is not “Beth” or “Bethel”, it is Mistress Bethelrown, I got it. I’m sorry. Did I get the rest right? Yes. Good. Thank you. Hazel says that Mistress Bethelrown's bitter frustration and and need to have the demons experience it as well is what has her stuck here instead of moving onward.


			Journal entry number 3

			One of the quieter, but somehow more powerful voices belongs to Ray. But that’s a nickname, a disguise, a protective measure that Rayell used to help her be a little safer. Rayell survived the streets of the city by fear and hypervigilance and pretending to be a teenagd boy. Assuming and preparing for the worst was her only way to get by day to day. She makes it clear that it eas survival not a life on the streets. One might think that it would be a relief for that existence to end, but not for Rayell. Through her surviving she was also striving to get to living. And striving does not be easily. My caution and threat assessment comes from “Ray”, but Hazel says to be careful not to get caught up in fear. That Rayell needs to moderate her fear to more clearly see opportunities.

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	'''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a patchwork reborn vengeance paladin folk hero.		'''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a patchwork reborn vengeance paladin folk hero.

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	{{Infobox_character\|affilliation=Scrappers\|name={{PAGENAME}}\|image=image.jpg\|caption=caption\|relatives=None\|languages=Abyssal and common\|alias=Hodgepodge\|marital=Single\|birthPlace="The City" we do not like talking about it.\|deathDate=A few months ago.\|deathPlace="The City" still do not want to talk about it.\|species=Reborn half elf plus over things.\|gender=All\|height=5 foot 9 inches\|weight=150 pounds\|eyes=One red and one blue}}		{{Infobox_character\|affilliation=Scrappers\|name={{PAGENAME}}\|image=image.jpg\|caption=caption\|relatives=None\|languages=Abyssal and common\|alias=Hodgepodge\|marital=Single\|birthPlace="The City" we do not like talking about it.\|deathDate=A few months ago.\|deathPlace="The City" still do not want to talk about it.\|species=Reborn half elf plus over things.\|gender=All\|height=5 foot 9 inches\|weight=150 pounds\|eyes=One red and one blue}}
			[[File:Screenshot 20260318 075446 Chrome.jpg\|thumb\|Unarmored Patches Vanderburg showing how they are patchwork of many people.]]

	'''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a patchwork reborn vengeance paladin folk hero.		'''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a patchwork reborn vengeance paladin folk hero.

NicestPerk: /* Journal of Patches Vanderburg */

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	The next few days there a haze of fighting minor demons and wrestling with the voices and emotions within me. Those were the roughest days to get through, yet I nearly always had a sun rise or sunset and Hazel to remind myself of that warm and joy still exists. Without such reminders, I see how I could have become a mindless machine of vengeance and destruction.		The next few days there a haze of fighting minor demons and wrestling with the voices and emotions within me. Those were the roughest days to get through, yet I nearly always had a sun rise or sunset and Hazel to remind myself of that warm and joy still exists. Without such reminders, I see how I could have become a mindless machine of vengeance and destruction.



	Journal entry number 2		Journal entry number 2

	Another one of the louder voices is Mistress Bethelrown the Chatelaine. She is a high elf who was in charge of the regional governor’s estate and its staff. It took her generations of governors to reach her position. She had grand plans for improving the running of the land and estates. Due to the demonic attack ending her life, Mistress Bethelrown is filled irate frustration for no longer having her plans and schemes that she sacrificed so much for over many decades. Bethelrown wants the demons to have everything they planned taken away from them too. Does that about sum it, Beth? OK, OK. It is not “Beth” or “Bethel”, it is Mistress Bethelrown, I got it. I’m sorry. Did I get the rest right? Yes. Good. Thank you. Hazel says that Mistress Bethelrown's bitter frustration and and need to have the demons experience it as well is what has her stuck here instead of moving onward.		Another one of the louder voices is Mistress Bethelrown the Chatelaine. She is a high elf who was in charge of the regional governor’s estate and its staff. It took her generations of governors to reach her position. She had grand plans for improving the running of the land and estates. Due to the demonic attack ending her life, Mistress Bethelrown is filled irate frustration for no longer having her plans and schemes that she sacrificed so much for over many decades. Bethelrown wants the demons to have everything they planned taken away from them too. Does that about sum it, Beth? OK, OK. It is not “Beth” or “Bethel”, it is Mistress Bethelrown, I got it. I’m sorry. Did I get the rest right? Yes. Good. Thank you. Hazel says that Mistress Bethelrown's bitter frustration and and need to have the demons experience it as well is what has her stuck here instead of moving onward.

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	When I first pulled myself together, literally, I came into consciousness in the midst of a pile of corpses and had to pull myself out into the greater world and my divine purpose, vengeance. And yet, that holy wrath was tempered by the my first glimpse of the world and the glorious sun rise that me that all but blinded me to the death and destruction at my feet. That bright, beautiful promise of a new day gave me an anchor of warmth, hope and love for life and beauty. After taking in that wondrous seen for I have no idea how long, my first course action was outfit myself with armor, weapons and supplies. Thankfully, demons don’t seem to be long that interested in looting and pillaging. I was able cobble together everything I needed, even if it was nearly as mismatched as I am. Probably the most appropriately on theme. I also found myself compelled to pick a particular rag doll I came across near the spot I emerged. It was quite ordinary, if not soiled mud and a little gore. Nothing that wouldn't mostly wash off. Looking at the doll I her name was "Hazel," and she would be critical to my mission.		When I first pulled myself together, literally, I came into consciousness in the midst of a pile of corpses and had to pull myself out into the greater world and my divine purpose, vengeance. And yet, that holy wrath was tempered by the my first glimpse of the world and the glorious sun rise that me that all but blinded me to the death and destruction at my feet. That bright, beautiful promise of a new day gave me an anchor of warmth, hope and love for life and beauty. After taking in that wondrous seen for I have no idea how long, my first course action was outfit myself with armor, weapons and supplies. Thankfully, demons don’t seem to be long that interested in looting and pillaging. I was able cobble together everything I needed, even if it was nearly as mismatched as I am. Probably the most appropriately on theme. I also found myself compelled to pick a particular rag doll I came across near the spot I emerged. It was quite ordinary, if not soiled mud and a little gore. Nothing that wouldn't mostly wash off. Looking at the doll I her name was "Hazel," and she would be critical to my mission.
	The next few days there a haze of fighting minor demons and wrestling with the voices and emotions within me. Those were the roughest days to get through, yet I nearly always had a sun rise or sunset and Hazel to remind myself of that warm and joy still exists. Without such reminders, I see how I could have become a mindless machine of vengeance and destruction.		The next few days there a haze of fighting minor demons and wrestling with the voices and emotions within me. Those were the roughest days to get through, yet I nearly always had a sun rise or sunset and Hazel to remind myself of that warm and joy still exists. Without such reminders, I see how I could have become a mindless machine of vengeance and destruction.

	Journal entry number 2
	Another one of the louder voices is Bethelrown the Chatelaine. She is a high elf who was in charge of the regional governor’s estate and its staff. It took her generations of governors to reach her position. She had grand plans for improving the running of the land and estates. Due to the demonic attack ending her life, Bethelrown is filled irate frustration for no longer having her plans and schemes that she sacrificed so much for over many decades. Bethelrown wants the demons to have everything they planned taken away from them too. Does that about sum it, Beth? OK, OK. It is not “Beth” or “Bethel”, it is Bethelrown, I got it. I’m sorry. Did I get the rest right? Yes. Good. Thank you.


	Journal entry number 2		Journal entry number 2
	Another one of the louder voices is Bethelrown the Chatelaine. She is a high elf who was in charge of the regional governor’s estate and its staff. It took her generations of governors to reach her position. She had grand plans for improving the running of the land and estates. Due to the demonic attack ending her life, Bethelrown is filled irate frustration for no longer having her plans and schemes that she sacrificed so much for over many decades. Bethelrown wants the demons to have everything they planned taken away from them too. Does that about sum it, Beth? OK, OK. It is not “Beth” or “Bethel”, it is Bethelrown, I got it. I’m sorry. Did I get the rest right? Yes. Good. Thank you.		Another one of the louder voices is Mistress Bethelrown the Chatelaine. She is a high elf who was in charge of the regional governor’s estate and its staff. It took her generations of governors to reach her position. She had grand plans for improving the running of the land and estates. Due to the demonic attack ending her life, Mistress Bethelrown is filled irate frustration for no longer having her plans and schemes that she sacrificed so much for over many decades. Bethelrown wants the demons to have everything they planned taken away from them too. Does that about sum it, Beth? OK, OK. It is not “Beth” or “Bethel”, it is Mistress Bethelrown, I got it. I’m sorry. Did I get the rest right? Yes. Good. Thank you. Hazel says that Mistress Bethelrown's bitter frustration and and need to have the demons experience it as well is what has her stuck here instead of moving onward.

NicestPerk: /* Journal of Patches Vanderburg */

2026-03-21T14:00:24Z

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	Out of a boiling tumult of emotions and thoughts emerged, what can now me understood as I. Later named Patches Vanderburg, the overarching personality for this community body. I say “community body” because it incorporates a of each body and soul I interact with that cries out for justice to be brought down on the demons that slain them. During my quiet moments, for which I have many, I listen to those voices. I work to separate them and understand each of them. Their individual stories and concerns, they wishs and their fears. They come from all walks of life, races, ages, classes and cultures. Some are extremely loud and (or) bad tempered. Some are more meek and (or) sweat natured. All seeks to be heard, validated and comforted.		Out of a boiling tumult of emotions and thoughts emerged, what can now me understood as I. Later named Patches Vanderburg, the overarching personality for this community body. I say “community body” because it incorporates a of each body and soul I interact with that cries out for justice to be brought down on the demons that slain them. During my quiet moments, for which I have many, I listen to those voices. I work to separate them and understand each of them. Their individual stories and concerns, they wishs and their fears. They come from all walks of life, races, ages, classes and cultures. Some are extremely loud and (or) bad tempered. Some are more meek and (or) sweat natured. All seeks to be heard, validated and comforted.
	When I first pulled myself together, literally, I came into consciousness in the midst of a pile of corpses and had to pull myself out into the greater world and my divine purpose, vengeance. And yet, that holy wrath was tempered by the my first glimpse of the world and the glorious sun rise that me that all but blinded me to the death and destruction at my feet. That bright, beautiful promise of a new day gave me an anchor of warmth, hope and love for life and beauty. After taking in that wondrous seen for I have no idea how long, my first course action was outfit myself with armor, weapons and supplies. Thankfully, demons don’t seem to be long that interested in looting and pillaging. I was able cobble together everything I needed, even if it was nearly as mismatched as I am. Probably the most appropriately on theme. I also found myself compelled to pick a particular rag doll I came across near the spot I emerged. It was quite ordinary, if not soiled mud and a little gore. Nothing that wouldn't mostly wash off. Looking at the doll I her name was "Hazel," and she would be critical to my mission.		When I first pulled myself together, literally, I came into consciousness in the midst of a pile of corpses and had to pull myself out into the greater world and my divine purpose, vengeance. And yet, that holy wrath was tempered by the my first glimpse of the world and the glorious sun rise that me that all but blinded me to the death and destruction at my feet. That bright, beautiful promise of a new day gave me an anchor of warmth, hope and love for life and beauty. After taking in that wondrous seen for I have no idea how long, my first course action was outfit myself with armor, weapons and supplies. Thankfully, demons don’t seem to be long that interested in looting and pillaging. I was able cobble together everything I needed, even if it was nearly as mismatched as I am. Probably the most appropriately on theme. I also found myself compelled to pick a particular rag doll I came across near the spot I emerged. It was quite ordinary, if not soiled mud and a little gore. Nothing that wouldn't mostly wash off. Looking at the doll I her name was "Hazel," and she would be critical to my mission.
	The next few days there a haze of fighting minor demons and wrestling with the voices and emotions within me. Those were the roughest days to get through, yet I nearly always had a sun rise or sunset and Hazel to remind myself of that warm and joy still exists. Without such reminders, I see how I could have become a mindless machine of vengeance and destruction.		The next few days there a haze of fighting minor demons and wrestling with the voices and emotions within me. Those were the roughest days to get through, yet I nearly always had a sun rise or sunset and Hazel to remind myself of that warm and joy still exists. Without such reminders, I see how I could have become a mindless machine of vengeance and destruction.
			Journal entry number 2
			Another one of the louder voices is Bethelrown the Chatelaine. She is a high elf who was in charge of the regional governor’s estate and its staff. It took her generations of governors to reach her position. She had grand plans for improving the running of the land and estates. Due to the demonic attack ending her life, Bethelrown is filled irate frustration for no longer having her plans and schemes that she sacrificed so much for over many decades. Bethelrown wants the demons to have everything they planned taken away from them too. Does that about sum it, Beth? OK, OK. It is not “Beth” or “Bethel”, it is Bethelrown, I got it. I’m sorry. Did I get the rest right? Yes. Good. Thank you.


			Journal entry number 2
			Another one of the louder voices is Bethelrown the Chatelaine. She is a high elf who was in charge of the regional governor’s estate and its staff. It took her generations of governors to reach her position. She had grand plans for improving the running of the land and estates. Due to the demonic attack ending her life, Bethelrown is filled irate frustration for no longer having her plans and schemes that she sacrificed so much for over many decades. Bethelrown wants the demons to have everything they planned taken away from them too. Does that about sum it, Beth? OK, OK. It is not “Beth” or “Bethel”, it is Bethelrown, I got it. I’m sorry. Did I get the rest right? Yes. Good. Thank you.

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	Out of a boiling tumult of emotions and thoughts emerged, what can now me understood as I. Later named Patches Vanderburg, the overarching personality for this community body. I say “community body” because it incorporates a of each body and soul I interact with that cries out for justice to be brought down on the demons that slain them. During my quiet moments, for which I have many, I listen to those voices. I work to separate them and understand each of them. Their individual stories and concerns, they wishs and their fears. They come from all walks of life, races, ages, classes and cultures. Some are extremely loud and (or) bad tempered. Some are more meek and (or) sweat natured. All seeks to be heard, validated and comforted.		Out of a boiling tumult of emotions and thoughts emerged, what can now me understood as I. Later named Patches Vanderburg, the overarching personality for this community body. I say “community body” because it incorporates a of each body and soul I interact with that cries out for justice to be brought down on the demons that slain them. During my quiet moments, for which I have many, I listen to those voices. I work to separate them and understand each of them. Their individual stories and concerns, they wishs and their fears. They come from all walks of life, races, ages, classes and cultures. Some are extremely loud and (or) bad tempered. Some are more meek and (or) sweat natured. All seeks to be heard, validated and comforted.
	When I first pulled myself together, literally, I came into consciousness in the midst of a pile of corpses and had to pull myself out into the greater world and my divine purpose, vengeance. And yet, that holy wrath was tempered by the my first glimpse of the world and the glorious sun rise that me that all but blinded me to the death and destruction at my feet. That bright, beautiful promise of a new day gave me an anchor of warmth, hope and love for life and beauty. After taking in that wondrous seen for I have no idea how long, my first course action was outfit myself with armor, weapons and supplies. Thankfully, demons don’t seem to be long that interested in looting and pillaging. I was able cobble together everything I needed, even if it was nearly as mismatched as I am. Probably the most appropriately on theme. I also found myself compelled to pick a particular rag doll I came across near the spot I emerged. It was quite ordinary, if not soiled mud and a little gore. Nothing that wouldn't mostly wash off. Looking at the doll I her name was "Hazel," and she would be critical to my mission.		When I first pulled myself together, literally, I came into consciousness in the midst of a pile of corpses and had to pull myself out into the greater world and my divine purpose, vengeance. And yet, that holy wrath was tempered by the my first glimpse of the world and the glorious sun rise that me that all but blinded me to the death and destruction at my feet. That bright, beautiful promise of a new day gave me an anchor of warmth, hope and love for life and beauty. After taking in that wondrous seen for I have no idea how long, my first course action was outfit myself with armor, weapons and supplies. Thankfully, demons don’t seem to be long that interested in looting and pillaging. I was able cobble together everything I needed, even if it was nearly as mismatched as I am. Probably the most appropriately on theme. I also found myself compelled to pick a particular rag doll I came across near the spot I emerged. It was quite ordinary, if not soiled mud and a little gore. Nothing that wouldn't mostly wash off. Looking at the doll I her name was "Hazel," and she would be critical to my mission.
	The next few days there a haze of fighting minor demons and wrestling with the voices and emotions within me. Those were the roughest days to get through, yet I nearly always had a sun rise or sunset and Hazel to remind myself of that warm and joy still exists. Without such reminders, I see how I could have become a mindless machine of vengeance and destruction.		The next few days there a haze of fighting minor demons and wrestling with the voices and emotions within me. Those were the roughest days to get through, yet I nearly always had a sun rise or sunset and Hazel to remind myself of that warm and joy still exists. Without such reminders, I see how I could have become a mindless machine of vengeance and destruction.

NicestPerk: /* Journal of Patches Vanderburg */

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	Out of a boiling tumult of emotions and thoughts emerged, what can now me understood as I. Later named Patches Vanderburg, the overarching personality for this community body. I say “community body” because it incorporates a of each body and soul I interact with that cries out for justice to be brought down on the demons that slain them. During my quiet moments, for which I have many, I listen to those voices. I work to separate them and understand each of them. Their individual stories and concerns, they wishs and their fears. They come from all walks of life, races, ages, classes and cultures. Some are extremely loud and (or) bad tempered. Some are more meek and (or) sweat natured. All seeks to be heard, validated and comforted.		Out of a boiling tumult of emotions and thoughts emerged, what can now me understood as I. Later named Patches Vanderburg, the overarching personality for this community body. I say “community body” because it incorporates a of each body and soul I interact with that cries out for justice to be brought down on the demons that slain them. During my quiet moments, for which I have many, I listen to those voices. I work to separate them and understand each of them. Their individual stories and concerns, they wishs and their fears. They come from all walks of life, races, ages, classes and cultures. Some are extremely loud and (or) bad tempered. Some are more meek and (or) sweat natured. All seeks to be heard, validated and comforted.
	When I first pulled myself together, literally, I came into consciousness in the midst of a pile of corpses and had to pull myself out into the greater world and my divine purpose, vengeance. And yet, that holy wrath was tempered by the my first glimpse of the world and the glorious sun rise that me that all but blinded me to the death and destruction at my feet. That bright, beautiful promise of a new day gave me an anchor of warmth, hope and love for life and beauty. After taking in that wondrous seen for I have no idea how long, my first course action was outfit myself with armor, weapons and supplies. Thankfully, demons don’t seem to be long that interested in looting and pillaging. I was able cobble together everything I needed, even if it was nearly as mismatched as I am. Probably the most appropriately on theme. I also found myself compelled to pick a particular rag doll I came across near the spot I emerged. It was quite ordinary, if not soiled mud and a little gore. Nothing that wouldn't mostly wash off. Looking at the doll I her name was "Hazel," and she would be critical to my mission.		When I first pulled myself together, literally, I came into consciousness in the midst of a pile of corpses and had to pull myself out into the greater world and my divine purpose, vengeance. And yet, that holy wrath was tempered by the my first glimpse of the world and the glorious sun rise that me that all but blinded me to the death and destruction at my feet. That bright, beautiful promise of a new day gave me an anchor of warmth, hope and love for life and beauty. After taking in that wondrous seen for I have no idea how long, my first course action was outfit myself with armor, weapons and supplies. Thankfully, demons don’t seem to be long that interested in looting and pillaging. I was able cobble together everything I needed, even if it was nearly as mismatched as I am. Probably the most appropriately on theme. I also found myself compelled to pick a particular rag doll I came across near the spot I emerged. It was quite ordinary, if not soiled mud and a little gore. Nothing that wouldn't mostly wash off. Looking at the doll I her name was "Hazel," and she would be critical to my mission.
	The next few days there a haze of fighting minor demons and wrestling with the voices and emotions within me. Those were the roughest days to get through, yet I nearly always had a sun rise or sunset and Hazel to remind myself of that warm and joy still exists. Without such reminders, I see how I could have become a mindless machine of vengeance and destruction.		The next few days there a haze of fighting minor demons and wrestling with the voices and emotions within me. Those were the roughest days to get through, yet I nearly always had a sun rise or sunset and Hazel to remind myself of that warm and joy still exists. Without such reminders, I see how I could have become a mindless machine of vengeance and destruction.

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	== Journal of Patches Vanderburg ==		== Journal of Patches Vanderburg ==
	Out of a boiling tumult of emotions and thoughts emerged, what can now me understood as I. Later named Patches Vanderburg, the overarching personality for this community body. I say “community body” because it incorporates a of each body and soul I interact with that cries out for justice to be brought down on the demons that slain them. During my quiet moments, for which I have many, I listen to those voices. I work to separate them and understand each of them. Their individual stories and concerns, they wishs and their fears. They come from all walks of life, races, ages, classes and cultures. Some are extremely loud and (or) bad tempered. Some are more meek and (or) sweat natured. All seeks to be heard, validated and comforted.		Out of a boiling tumult of emotions and thoughts emerged, what can now me understood as I. Later named Patches Vanderburg, the overarching personality for this community body. I say “community body” because it incorporates a of each body and soul I interact with that cries out for justice to be brought down on the demons that slain them. During my quiet moments, for which I have many, I listen to those voices. I work to separate them and understand each of them. Their individual stories and concerns, they wishs and their fears. They come from all walks of life, races, ages, classes and cultures. Some are extremely loud and (or) bad tempered. Some are more meek and (or) sweat natured. All seeks to be heard, validated and comforted.
	When I first pulled myself together, literally, I came into consciousness in the midst of a pile of corpses and had to pull myself out into the greater world and my divine purpose, vengeance. And yet, that holy wrath was tempered by the my first glimpse of the world and the glorious sun rise that me that all but blinded me to the death and destruction at my feet. That bright, beautiful promise of a new day gave me an anchor of warmth, hope and love for life and beauty. After taking in that wondrous seen for I have no idea how long, my first course action was outfit myself with armor, weapons and supplies. Thankfully, demons don’t seem to be long that interested in looting and pillaging. I was able cobble together everything I needed, even if it was nearly as mismatched as I am. Probably the most appropriately on theme. I also found myself compelled to pick a particular rag doll I came across near the spot I emerged. It was quite ordinary, if not soiled mud and a little gore. Nothing that wouldn't mostly wash off. Looking at the doll I her name was "~~Mazy~~," and she would be critical to my mission.		When I first pulled myself together, literally, I came into consciousness in the midst of a pile of corpses and had to pull myself out into the greater world and my divine purpose, vengeance. And yet, that holy wrath was tempered by the my first glimpse of the world and the glorious sun rise that me that all but blinded me to the death and destruction at my feet. That bright, beautiful promise of a new day gave me an anchor of warmth, hope and love for life and beauty. After taking in that wondrous seen for I have no idea how long, my first course action was outfit myself with armor, weapons and supplies. Thankfully, demons don’t seem to be long that interested in looting and pillaging. I was able cobble together everything I needed, even if it was nearly as mismatched as I am. Probably the most appropriately on theme. I also found myself compelled to pick a particular rag doll I came across near the spot I emerged. It was quite ordinary, if not soiled mud and a little gore. Nothing that wouldn't mostly wash off. Looking at the doll I her name was "Hazel," and she would be critical to my mission.
	The next few days there a haze of fighting minor demons and wrestling with the voices and emotions within me. Those were the roughest days to get through, yet I nearly always had a sun rise or sunset and ~~Mazy~~ to remind myself of that warm and joy still exists. Without such reminders, I see how I could have become a mindless machine of vengeance and destruction.		The next few days there a haze of fighting minor demons and wrestling with the voices and emotions within me. Those were the roughest days to get through, yet I nearly always had a sun rise or sunset and Hazel to remind myself of that warm and joy still exists. Without such reminders, I see how I could have become a mindless machine of vengeance and destruction.

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Journal of Patches Vanderburg

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	== Journal of Patches Vanderburg ==		== Journal of Patches Vanderburg ==
	Out of a boiling tumult of emotions and thoughts emerged, what can now me understood as I. Later named Patches Vanderburg, the overarching personality for this community body. I say “community body” because it incorporates a of each body and soul I interact with that cries out for justice to be brought down on the demons that slain them. During my quiet moments, for which I have many, I listen to those voices. I work to separate them and understand each of them. Their individual stories and concerns, they wishs and their fears. They come from all walks of life, races, ages, classes and cultures. Some are extremely loud and (or) bad tempered. Some are more meek and (or) sweat natured. All seeks to be heard, validated and comforted.		Out of a boiling tumult of emotions and thoughts emerged, what can now me understood as I. Later named Patches Vanderburg, the overarching personality for this community body. I say “community body” because it incorporates a of each body and soul I interact with that cries out for justice to be brought down on the demons that slain them. During my quiet moments, for which I have many, I listen to those voices. I work to separate them and understand each of them. Their individual stories and concerns, they wishs and their fears. They come from all walks of life, races, ages, classes and cultures. Some are extremely loud and (or) bad tempered. Some are more meek and (or) sweat natured. All seeks to be heard, validated and comforted.
	When I first pulled myself together, literally, I came into consciousness in the midst of a pile of corpses and had to pull myself out into the greater world and my divine purpose, vengeance. And yet, that holy wrath was tempered by the my first glimpse of the world and the glorious sun rise that me that all but blinded me to the death and destruction at my feet. That bright, beautiful promise of a new day gave me an anchor of warmth, hope and love for life and beauty. After taking in that wondrous seen for I have no idea how long, my first course action was outfit myself with armor, weapons and supplies. Thankfully, demons don’t seem to be long that interested in looting and pillaging. I was able cobble together everything I needed, even if it was nearly as mismatched as I am. Probably the most appropriately on theme.		When I first pulled myself together, literally, I came into consciousness in the midst of a pile of corpses and had to pull myself out into the greater world and my divine purpose, vengeance. And yet, that holy wrath was tempered by the my first glimpse of the world and the glorious sun rise that me that all but blinded me to the death and destruction at my feet. That bright, beautiful promise of a new day gave me an anchor of warmth, hope and love for life and beauty. After taking in that wondrous seen for I have no idea how long, my first course action was outfit myself with armor, weapons and supplies. Thankfully, demons don’t seem to be long that interested in looting and pillaging. I was able cobble together everything I needed, even if it was nearly as mismatched as I am. Probably the most appropriately on theme. I also found myself compelled to pick a particular rag doll I came across near the spot I emerged. It was quite ordinary, if not soiled mud and a little gore. Nothing that wouldn't mostly wash off. Looking at the doll I her name was "Mazy," and she would be critical to my mission.
	The next few days there a haze of fighting minor demons and wrestling with the voices and emotions within me. Those were the roughest days to get through, yet I nearly always had a sun rise or sunset to remind myself of that warm and joy still exists. Without such reminders, I see how I could have become a mindless machine of vengeance and destruction.		The next few days there a haze of fighting minor demons and wrestling with the voices and emotions within me. Those were the roughest days to get through, yet I nearly always had a sun rise or sunset and Mazy to remind myself of that warm and joy still exists. Without such reminders, I see how I could have become a mindless machine of vengeance and destruction.