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Diary Entry: 163
Diary,
Tango's gone. I don't want to believe it, but my rancher is gone. Pix told me that he was concerned as Tango missed meeting up with him today, so I checked Tango's house. Tango wasn't there. Judging from the evidence, it looks like he was taken. Tango did mention to me that he felt like he was being watched, and his house looked like there had been a scuffle. I hope he just ran away. I really do.
Signing off,
Sheriff Jim
Diary Entry: 171
Diary,
They think I killed him. They think I killed my rancher, my Tango. Pixlriffs, it's all his fault. Or maybe it's mine. Maybe I did something that caused Tango to leave. Maybe Pix is on to something. Fwhip certainly believes Pix's false narrative. He came over today and took my sheriff badge. It was humiliating. He made some big speech about how I'm a toy, everything is my fault, and how it's a real shame that I've apparently brainwashed and corrupted an entire town into thinking otherwise. Fwhip then announced that the Goblands would be ending the trade deal with Tumble Town. My town. The town I fell in love with on the day I was born. Then Fwhip left. I have a bad feeling that the worst is still yet to come, and it's all my fault.
Signing off,
Sheriff Jim
Diary Entry: 190
Diary,
My people are going to starve. Pirate Joe, Princess Gem, and Mayor Lizzie, the main suppliers of food in Tumble Town, have ended their trade deals with my empire. I'm going to have to start enforcing rationing. I don't know what to do, who to prioritize. I'm a failure of a sheriff. I'm a failure of a person. I have failed my people. The Hermits have started to blame me for Tango's disappearence. They say that they don't, but I'm not blind, or an idiot. I've noticed how the Hermits look at me, untrusting, paranoid. Scar isn't allowed near me anymore. Apparently I'm a "bad influence." Some days, I look at the sky and just wonder "Why me?"
Signing off,
Sheriff Jim
Diary Entry: 202
Diary,
Today I killed my cat, Norman. My only true friend. My loyal deputy. Gone. The kids were hungry. That's all I have to say on the matter. I visited the hospital today. The doctors are doing their best, but we have no potions because Great Witch Shelby cut off trade deals with Tumble Town. Some people are just there to wait to die. The youngest is a 7 year old boy named Tom, who passed out from malnutrition a few days ago. The hospital has no food, the people have no food, I have no food. We are all starving, and poor tiny Tom has taken it the worst. He held out one of those STUPID toys made in my likeness and told me I was his hero. I didn't have the heart to tell him I hated those toys. I gave Tom a plastic deputy badge and told him that he was my hero too. I hope he lives.
Signing off,
Sheriff Jim
Diary Entry: 208
Diary,
Tumble Town is gone. Joel was my final ally to cut ties with me, and he did it in the most devastating way possible. Half of my people were turned into lifeless toys, and the other half were blown up by the TNT Joel had planted beneath Tumble Town. The hospital got the worst of the explosives. I frantically tried digging out any survivors, but I would only find corpses. Young and old, men and women, rich and poor, all blown into bloody smithereens. Finally, I found someone who had survived the initial blast. It was Tom. He had been impaled through the chest by a long, sharp piece of wood. I held Tom in my arms as he wheezed out his final breaths. His last words would haunt me for eternity, "You were supposed to be my hero…" I'm so sorry Tom. I failed you.
Signing off,
Sheriff Jim
Diary Entry: 222
Diary,
I hear his voice, Tom's voice, screaming for vengeance. I CAN'T STOP HEARING IT. It's loud, so, so LOUD. I hear it everywhere. In my sleep, from the animals, from the bloody corpses I have been burying for the past few days. It won't stop. WILL IT EVER STOP? I think I need help. Please, please, please…
Diary Entry: 225
Diary,
I didn't mean to. I promise! I really didn't. It just happened! I was at Sanctuary, using Sausage's tree farm to rebuild Tumble Town, when in walked little Hermes, who was probably looking for his precious father. He was holding one of those awful toys made in resemblance to me. I saw red. Tom was crying out for VENGEANCE. I pushed him. I pushed Hermes. I pushed a FIVE YEAR OLD LITTLE BOY into a dangerous redstone contraption. I could have killed him. I almost did. I fished Tom Hermes's mangled body out of the tree farm, and left him to die alone on the cold, hard, stone floor. Maybe the others are right. Maybe I am the monster they say I am. I don't want to be a monster, but maybe I'm too far gone to save. Am I too far gone to save?
Signing off,
Monster Jim
Lyarrah shakily sent off the former Sheriff of Tumble Town's private journal entries off to Pixlriffs on her communicator. "I'm so sorry, Jim" She wanted to whisper, but she couldn't. After all, loose lips sink ships :)