My dearest friend,

Another day and I’m still here, in this terrible place. I miss home. I’m tired of this country and city. I’m tired of the uncertainty of my future. The looming cliff edge is approaching faster every day. I’m not sure how I’ll handle it when it arrives, and I don’t think I can avoid it.

One day I’m going to wake up alone in this coffin of an apartment, those I love will be gone somewhere else and I’ll be left on my own, with only my own agency to use in the hope of bringing them back. It’s scary.

Yesterday I was at least a little productive. My card game is up and ready for printing and I’ve begun upscaling the images for Warhold. The problem with that being that at some point I’m going to have to go back and upscale all the original images and recreate the cards and stronghold sheets before upscaling them again. I think it should be fine to leave that until after I get my prototype. We’ll see what the manufacturer says.

Another day, but at least I’m awake and doing something. One step, one day.