Journal Entry 1 (V. 1, Pt 8.5)
I'm keeping up with what I started at work, though that is now lost. So much has happened in the last 72 hours I can barely comprehend it. To start, at work I created dragons from the machine, and the Quartet and I are the only ones who remembered what happened. The Machine malfunctioned and a life-size dragon came out. The Quartet came and stopped it. My coworker, Harry_Situation, screeched at the fact that the Machine didn't read my paper right. The Quartet made everyone forget Prose Laboratories and it is now Prose News. My friends went from creating things to help our world to just stating what is wrong with it.
Now two dragons have come to life somehow, and I've sent them to the mountains. More probably will come. I don't know what will happen. I'm now staying with the quartet and life is somewhat crazy. Engineers have come to try to recreate The Machine to see what happened.
Gotta go, going shopping with 17 for my wardrobe.