Mokosamu, School for the Unwanted {Accepting!}{OPEN!}

[Steel Jay]

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Date: Twenty-fifth of September, 1645
It has been a week since I took the elixir (found on page 1986). I feel no different, nothing seems different. By when i did take it, something changed, since I was knocked out by some means. I will log anything that happens that the elixir could be the cause now.
Date: Thirty-first of October, 1645
I have recently heard of a plague outbreak that has happened near by, we will see if this elixir will protect myself from the ravages of plague.
Date: Fourteenth of November, 1645
I am truly a god now. Now only that I didn't contract the plague in such a contaminated area. The local inn I has staying at, a rat bit me, and I have not found a buboe. I do think I am immortal.
Date: Second of August, 1665
Another outbreak as happened, I will am currently on the road but I fear nothing. Not even the plague can stop me. I have no need to eat, drink, I question breathing and sleeping.
Date: Eleventh of October, 1711
My age stuns even myself! I am the age of 100 as that I am writing this. Truly a gift.
Date: Eighteenth of September 1745.
Centennial of my rebirth.
Date: Eighteenth of September, 1845.
Bicentennial of my rebirth.
Date: Seventh of July, 1860
I have moved to America, and am living in the state Minnesota. The children refer to me as the reaper, since I still wear my plague robe and mask. I chuckle at this statement from them. They even ask me how old I am, and I tell them my real age of 248. Some give me confused looks. While others, run in fear that I might kill them.
Date: First of March, 1932
The world is getting more and more confusing everyday. There had already been a "World War". I keep to myself in the old dark house. Alchemy is not appreciated but treated as a wrong instead of a right. People are such swines.
Date: Eighteenth of September, 1945.
Tercentennial of my rebirth.
Date: Twentieth of April, 1960
Something changed today, I had gotten sick, sick! This is improbable, impossible!
Date: Eighth of June, 1983
I found a part of miscolored skin today, I cut into it a found disgusting flesh. I separated the flesh from my body using my old friend, my scalpel.
Date: Fourth of May, 1992
I found more of the miscolored skin and flesh, and removed it from my body.
Date: Fifteenth of December, 1995
No matter what I do to stop the infection, cutting off the flesh does not work, treating it with herbs does not work. My body is beginning to give off a smell of rot. I am not sure if I am going to be able to live to the next day. What a bittersweet ending....
Doctor Caleb Crowhart