• Things have been very busy latly... The year, if anyone that could possibly come across this cares, is 1941. This World War II as those petty mortals call it... has been keeping me overly busy... This single paragraph has taken me a week, for if I slow down anymore... then I may not be able to keep up with my job. And If you havn't figured this out yet, if by any chance my jurnal is found by anyone but myself, I am Death, or as some people have come to call me, The Grim Reaper.
    These wars they come up with amaze me. Fighting amoungst there ow kind... They think they've evolved yet they wipe themselves out... I have a schedule to take in a few housand people at once due to some contraption they call the Atom Bomb...
    I this job didn;t hold such a high renown I would be long gone. Sincec this single entry has began four weeks have passed... Good thing sleep is only required by mortals and not myself.
    The sheer terror I've seen on this poor planet... The mass bloodshed of war... It makes me think why nothing is done to salvage some form of world peace... If this continues for muh longer I may not be able to keep up and that was to happen, then there would be death's not taken care of, and if people figured out that they couldn't die then that would cause more havoc. This war must be ending soon so that this does't.
    It is now January 1st, 1942. Why I bother to keep track I'm not sure. It amazes me to see the differnce in the time span of my entries between now and a mere 10 years ago. My scythe has begun to dull with the taking of so many souls unwilling to come, so many young people are lost in war, people who have the rest of their lives ahead of them. Even though this doesn't affect me in any way, besides the workload, I feel a small bit of sorrow for those who have died in this war.
    I have finaly figured out the sides of this war. There are the Axis and the Allies. Apperently the axis have only one plan, to conquer the world. I have kept an eye on this Adolf Hitler, he seems to have an uncanny ability to keep up the morale of this war. A great leader, if only he wasn't causing me such trouble.
    Unbelieveable. I have reached my limit. I can't handle any further souls. If this cintinues. I don;t even want to think bout it.
    Unfortunatly I must stop keeping account of my thoughts, if I do, I will lose precious time. Once this fighting is over I will continue, I cant understand what it is compelling me to write this as if anyone will ever read it. I guess that I just have too much on my mind.
    August 6, 1945. What a horrible sight. 70,000 lives taken in a mere fraction of a second. A city all but wiped off the Earth. What a horrible way to treat their own kind. And what a horrible job I've had this day. I can't believe I was able to keep up....
    September 2, 1945. I have tallied up the souls I've taken in from this single war. It amazes me. Roughly 72 million people's souls... all linked to this war... I can't believe it. I have decided I can no longer remain as the keeper of such a position as the guide for sould into the afterlife, I guess it is time for someone else to take up my job, for I cannot.