[Most of the strikethroughs are still legible.]

Given the shit I've seen over the last month, talking birds really shouldn't surprise me

Slept through the entire trip to wherever the fuck we are now and woke up with a crow on my bed. Looks like I'm not the only one, either, if the rest of you are to be believed. She's been bitching at me for a while about sleeping properly.

How the hell do I shut her up?

Looks like the flighty little bastards are finally gone. I was getting a little edgy, not being able to catch them.

I'm still finding tacks in my sheets, though. Probably the fact that I'm killing their little furry friends.

Three days without sleeping. Probably for the best that I don't mess around with the chemicals until I pass out next.

I found the labs.

Fireworks and explosive substances have their own warehouse.

If you need to find me, I'll be there.

I get a hole blown through my abdomen and I wake up surrounded by tents.

Somehow, the idea that hell is a circus doesn't really surprise me.

I'm still whole, as far as I can tell. There's no gaping bloody wound in my chest and my tattoos are untouched.

Further inspection: I can still use alchemy. Maybe this isn't hell.

'Welcome, Backstage Crew: Pyrotechnics Specialist'? I'm a fucking State Alchemist.

Time to find whoever runs this show and get some information.

... but it's just begun.

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