Week 1

Dear Journal,

     In accordance to Mara's new rules, all employees of F.E.E.R. are required to write in a weekly journal in order to lessen insanity in the ranks. Awful, I know. But I honestly don't know what to write about. I mean, my brother Wulphram is a jerk as always, but I suppose being the Boss' favourite gives him that right. Anyway, I digress.

    We've been steadily working towards our grand goal, something I'm not sure I'm to disclose, even to you, Journal. But there is something I've noticed that's troubling. The blonde boy, Roxas, he seems to have gained a slight immunity to Vexen's mind control device. I don't know how or why, and tried to voice my concerns at the most recent meeting. Alas, I was ignored yet again by everyone in attendance. Sometimes I wonder why I stay.

    But yes, this Roxas. I see him as a bit of a pissant. I mean, on our first and last meeting, he took it upon himself to attack and beat me, thinking I was Wulphram! Can you imagine? I mean, we don't even look alike. But, in a way, I feel sorry for him. He seems so sad...so lonely. Thinking back on all our observations of him, he's had a rough go with his relationships. In fact, all of his relationships ended badly, with either him being broken up with or being cheated on. It's kind of depressing really.

    Anyway, that should be enough musings for this journal, I will be back again sometime next week to write to you. Hopefully my week will be better, maybe.