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Welp, there goes my grandad. Passed about two hours ago now. And I am halfway into my bottle of whiskey. Figured I'd let you guys know in case I get a wild hair up my ass and start writing. Drunk-Jord can't be trusted, he's where half the new stories come from that force Sober-Jord into even more commitments. And that cunt Lance has already been posting Erza's tits in my face today.

Ol' Jimmy James son of the Odhar. Feb 1937 - Apr 2023. 86 years old. He had a good run, probably would've hit a hundred if not for getting dementia. 

Well at least I didn't need to put my dog down yet, ol' Rocco perked up through the night and is finally keeping food down again. Though after a full 3-4 days of constantly bringing everything up, he's like skin and bones. And the bowel cancer that had already reached his liver two months ago certainly doesn't help. He's a strong lad, defied my expectations once again, the only bright spot in an otherwise horrible day.

Let's see how long that lasts shall we?

And now I depart, to go drink more whiskey. Big Papa Jord the last blood male of the Odhar Clan, out!

Pew pew!