after flying home in my jet from West Virginia, I started having these weird vivid dreams, that involved horrors from my past but also temptations of boundless power, power to bring her back, bring all of them back. the dream consisted of this recurring vision of my ancestors slaughtered then I found the pieces I needed a chalice in a rainforest, stone and parchment tablets in the desert, and red chains in gahena. Many other symbols and objects I didn't understand crowns of kings long past also appeared in my subconscious. After the 7th time, I decided to take action I traveled to the ancient library in Yerusalem and I looked over scrolls and texts for any reference of a chalice of life or jungles I looked for the symbols I dreamed of I couldn't find anything except what to me looked like the rune for a fancy upsidedown V, apparently its the symbol for a mountain in turkey from before the Babylonians before the Persian's the mount Ararat is what it is called today and I think that is where I will find the red chains that can free her from purgatory or at least maybe the first step or a clue about what these dreams mean off to turkey I go!  

I was experimenting with polio on some field mice, I was pursuing a hunch I had relating to possible benefits of the disease however that is irrelevant to what just happened to me. I was experimenting when an unregistered man in a suit knocked on the lab door. I quickly finished up and greeted him by taking him outside cause he was insistent on talking to me. I was feeling curious so I humored him and he told me he had a job for me. I would have assumed this was some crackhead who was harassing me except he knew about the grimoire. He promised that if I completed this task for him then I would be given more understanding of my grimoire and when I did finish the task this was reciprocated however I will visit this later. I accepted and shipped my car to the location, West Virginia, which I then drove to an orphanage where the task was given to us. I don't see use in narrating the job I went on, it was very dangerous and there were hints of the supernatural which is all that is important, and doubt will dissappear if a job like this turns up again. Another important aspect was the other "agents" on the job who assisted me in this task. The first was Doc Henry holliday, a wild west gunslinger? Overall I didn’t see much of him in action other than an artifact gun that he used to jump somewhere else, taking our target? That was interesting and definitely notable. The second was Johnny Fiddler, a little fiddle playing kid who could materialize beams of energy when he played his fiddle and create goons which he consistently abused. He was not very tactical but he seemed powerful. The third was Eliezar, a Nazi hunting Rabbi. He was very cooperative and seemed like an interesting guy. If I ever need help I will likely contact him. The fourth and final was Gundar. I don’t really understand his deal but he looked like a dungeons and dragons dwarf. However all of this is unimportant compared to what happened after the job. After I returned to my home I revisited my grimoire which taught me the cultivation of a mutilating plague. I now possess it in my body and can release it on targets to degrade their body quickly and horribly. I hope I will be visited again soon, signing off, Professor Halburn.

After watching his companion get shot while driving, and not being able to do anything about it, Johnny Fiddler decided to put some of his fiddle practice hours into better use. He decided to put those hours into learning how to drive. After meeting up with the rest of the contractors at the hospital, Johnny asked Mark if he could teach him how to drive properly...

"Mark, aye, i know am' only thirtean' n 11 months but would ya teach me how to drive since ma borthday is coming up?" Mark was a complete asshole who only cared abut guns and drugs, so normally he would have said no to such request, but Mark saw what Johnny had done to that one criminal back at El Paso, so he thought twice before answering...

Mark agreed.

A month later Mark's teachings were successful and Johnny Fiddler know how to operate a vehicle that isnt a tractor. Johnny still doesnt know shit about traffic laws, but he wouldnt care about them anyway. Johnny has no license.