It’s been three days and there’s still no news if there’s a war or not, it’s so aggravating, ugh! The border is not a fun place to be, especially when your city is a monument and there are these creepy guardians roaming about. We attempted to ask them about the riddle but they merely grunted and floated along. I wonder how the keep sane, you know being silent and all. I wonder if they ever get lonely, wonder if they keep diaries too.

It ‘s getting late now, didn’t notice anything unusual today. . . again. There was a little activity as a zombie fell in. We watched on as it was converting, phasing in and out between two different races, until it finally drowned and sank to the bottom.
‘It’ was a ‘she’ and apparently ‘she’ drowned with a trident. She hasn’t woken up as yet but we’ll probably need to send her to rehab, drowned zombies lose their memories post drowning. Hope she wakes up soon though, don’t want a sleeper on our hands when the war begins. That’s all for today, Bubble out. (That’s my catchphrase.)