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Summary: Permadeath: [OFF]. No traces of {Normalcy Corruption}. Local Mana levels remain stable. Fantasti-tech continues to defy all known laws of physics. {Chaos} and {Order} are in good balance. Potentiality production is showing decent growth. The {ATOMS} and the {STARS} are spinning in all of their {COLORS}.
Nothing exists unless observed. Usually, if there's nobody else around, that observer is Us. To that end, We watch all possibilities. Some are viable. Some are not. This one will have been no different.
A fairly ordinary day, with few to zero deaths. With Blehmonade having switched over to a more sustainable and eco-friendly model, by harvesting the blood directly from the Blood Dimension instead of from countless and hapless students, the Nurse's office has seen much less traffic these days.
The Nurse has been observed to have retreated into alcoholism and videogaming. They've been bawling about being lonely, and frankly, we're worried they're not getting out of their room enough.
The fairies have gathered their courts, convening in strange places. Unused rooms have been seeing sudden usage, and new ones have been forming ex nihilo to accommodate them all. The tension between the Summer, Winter, Day, and the Night courts is so intense that even the NPC golems have been acting unsettled.
The library dungeon has been growing steadily. A small civilization of lost students has developed in the stacks of books and life-infested shelves out past the front desk and lobby. On Floor 339, two and a half kilometers in, We located the long lost {Computer Lab}. As a courtesy, We have teleported it to the surface, returning it to its rightful place.
Continue watching the basement dwellers. Attempts to divert the flow of supplies there have been stymied by unknown forces. Investigation: ongoing.
Eldritch Family continues to be adorably fluffy, despite their frequent displays of violence and gore. This appears to be the norm for them, with fairly little risk for themselves. We have begun joining in on their shenanigans. We do not know why, but their enthusiasm is infectious. With how much attention We've been getting, We think We may have been accidentally adopted into their bizarre little group.
Not that We're complaining, or anything.
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ah this Daikon is so lucky to have Her Stabbyness, who is both cute and cool and very smart and amazing 
