Hello fellows! This is my first post on any forum, so please don’t judge to hard. I welcome any and all constructive criticisms. As the title suggests, this will be a collection of ramblings from the point of view of my guardian and his ghost. They probably won’t follow any specific storyline, and they may or may not be connected to the lore or the story. It depends on how I want to write them. Any things written or spoken by my guardian will be in normal text, and anything written or spoken by his ghost will be in italics. There will be quotations around dialogue spoken by other characters and ghosts, with the same rules applying to them. Now, let’s get started! Entry No. 54 -Nero- -Open Log- [i]The date is...I can’t remember. I never could. I only know that three months ago, other guardians celebrated some sort of New Years holiday. Maikonus never had time for such things, always poring over his books and such. I never had time for research, so I celebrated. I met up with the ghost of some hunter whose name I can’t remember, I think he was an Exo, and we talked of things to come. Such things as upcoming events and whether or not such and such a person or fire team would succeed in the crucible. I was soon bored by this ghost, and so left him. I am still hiding from Maikonus, as I don’t want to see him for some time, him with his dusty old tomes and boring old data pads. I much prefer when we’re in the thick of things, shooting Fallen and—shoot. I shouldn’t have said that. He goes over these logs. He’ll find that. Oh well. I’ll probably just act innocent. I should go. I hear him coming.[/i] -End Log- Entry No. 347 -Maikonus- -Open Log- I hate that name. Maikonus. So stupid, so overly regal and formal. Annoying, that’s what it is. I much prefer my old name. Søren Kierkegaard, the name of an ancient philosopher. I consider myself that, or at least, I like to. A philosopher, I mean. I’m probably not one, but hey, a guy can dream, right? Even one that cannot die. I find solace in his writings. Kierkegaard’s, I mean. His theories on existentialism. I find that to be inspiring, especially to one who can never truly taste death and truly find out what lies beyond. My ghost prefers Friedrich Nietzsche. Nihilism is what he taught. I could never get behind that. The belief in no life purpose. I have the light and the Traveler. I have the civilians that cannot protect themselves. I have my friends, human and otherwise. I have Hanexa, that overly friendly vandal I found and took in out of sympathy. I have...her. And him. And...that. And Nero, that pretentious little bastard. I need him, and he needs me. We both know it. We both embrace it...it’s getting dark. I should bed down soon. -End Log- Tell me what you think! I’ll keep posting these at regular or irregular intervals, depending on how much time I have.