Video Diary Recording 1
Rival looks into the camera, then takes a step back, showing their badly burned hand.

"I need a skin graft on my hand and some of my arm. We also need mithril wound pirano wire and something that can puncture metal," he calls to the empty darkness on the other half of the room, but his face stays on the camera.

"Head to the medical lounge. We'll up the power on your spear gun and give it a sturdy metal cable. You'll need to be firmly grounded for the pulling to work," answers the aching voice of a an old crone, "I'll be in shortly to fix you up and you'll be right back out there. Finish up the entry."

"I don't want to. You know that."

"You don't have a choice."

"Right. Enemies with powerful defenses need to be overcome. Namely, flame bodies that melt metal, and metal bodies. Changing the wire in my piano wire to something significantly more resistent and durable, then adding some force into my spear gun. That should slow down any individuals who are indestructable for whatever reason. Uh, hell, let's make those spears mithril too. Can't hurt to be sure. That's all."

His hand covers the camera and the shot goes black.