Dear diary, nobody understands me. I hate relishing in self-pity or, well, any emotion really,

but I had a difficult conversation with my best friend the wolf man last night.

He was confused as to why I permit the bull guards and muttners and every other monster hunting clan to operate within

on graves borders. I told him in order for ordinary folks to visit here and live here, they have to think we can be defeated. They have to

think they can win. The wolf man called me soft and then finished eating the dude that he was eating.

He can be a lot sometimes. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

Oh, Oh, Oh, Hey Griffin, I know last episode you accused me of being a Dracula sympathizer but

I've noticed that he never writes a journal a diary entry that's just like had a

great day today.

I feel really good about myself.

Also hard life.

Oh, is it's a tell, is it, uh, I'm not a Dracula sympathizer.

God, no.

Okay, I think, yeah, I can't wait for you guys to smoke this dude. But yeah, yeah, no sympathy.

Can I say now because I've, this is the 10th one of these we've done and I've started to have a creeping fear and I just like I want to say it out loud because like you know when everybody

watched the first season and lost and everybody's like they're in purgatory right and the

creators like I don't know. I'll never tell.

I'll never tell.

And there's like 10 seasons later.

You were right.

Yeah.

But we had you going, didn't we?

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