The Blessed Diaries

The Blessed Diaries are a set of diary entries made by Dogeta III. The diary entries occured mostly outside of the series and showed the slow decline of Dogeta III's sanity. 28 entries were made into the diary, with each describing in-depth Dogeta III's perception of the universe and his grand ambitions.

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Diary Entry #1: "Had I not been banished from there, I would've thought that Hell was a fiery place, filled with suffering. However, I've come to learn that the vast, frozen, wastelands of [undecipherable] have been my personal hell. I've barely survived at all, and with... threats.. coming from all over the place, my chances are slim. My practical exile has only reinforced my idea of the decay of our people. Corruption has spread throughout the kingdom and has weakened our people from a mighty race to one reliant on others. The only true way for our race to survive and thrive is for a complete rewrite and a complete reconstruction of the identity of our people. I will save my people from the tyranny and corruption of themselves."

- [undecipherable]

Diary Entry #2: "What makes a race superior to another? Is it their intelligence or even their circumstances? What I believe makes a race superior is their power and their ability to subjugate other races. For a race to truly exert it's dominance over all others, it must be powerful enough to exert that said dominance, and if a race is able to do that then it is truly superior to everyone else. Only the strong may live in this world and that has been proven time and time again. Only the strong may rule over everyone else. Weakness and degeneracy must be purged for a stronger race to sprout out. I have no respect nor patience with weak and pathetic races, only for those who are strong enough to pull their own weight."

- [undecipherable]

Diary Entry #3: "Never have I ever seen such an obvious contradiction as the human race. Their circumstances would've made it so that they're on par with some of the most advanced civilizations technologically, have always found a way to survive any catastrophe, and were never subjugated by any other race, yet are one of if not the weakest race in all of the cosmos. Their survival has perplexed me for days on end now. The strong are destined to rule over the weak, are they not? So why are the weak able to live without the assistance of the strong? Perhaps this is a sign from the blessed, perhaps there is something that these humans are hiding, but no matter what, the human race is an anomaly that I have yet to figure out."

- [undecipherable]

Diary Entry #4: "The human race is a faulty one. Never have I ever seen a race that has survived with such obvious mistakes. The reason that humans are so weak is their ideas of 'freedom'. The freedom of the human race and the expulsion of Monarchism from much of this planet must be the reason why humans are so weak. A race is nothing without power, no matter if they are dead or alive, and a monarch should be the one that leads a race to that power. There must be a correlation between the freedom of a race and its power. For a race to be powerful, there must be less freedom, that must be the reason. Their minds have been corrupted by the illusion of freedom but little do they realize they are as soft as the finest silks in the entire galaxy. Freedom and 'liberty' is a vile idea and a burden on all races, and it must be squashed out so that a strong race can rise from the ashes of other's mistakes."

- [undecipherable]

Diary Entry #5: "Time has passed and things have gotten, to say the least, stranger since my last entry. I have managed to find a clock somewhere in my environment and have placed it in my abode. The clock is strange, to say the least. It has been seventeen cycles since I have found a tall clock encased in some of the finest woods and yet it has only struck once, striking the third just a couple of cycles ago. Never have I ever seen a clock like that and its design perplexes me to no end. But unfortunately, my fascination with the clockworks has left my journal entries in dismay, I have barely had enough time to write anything about my situation because I have been fixated on finding out the answer to this clock. Days on end I have spent staring at the clock, trying to decipher it but I haven't even gotten an inch closer to the solution. Every mechanism has a purpose, so this clock has a reason to exist, but what's its purpose? Certainly doesn't tell time nor does it have any obvious reasons, but what else could it tell? Whatever it might be, I will surely keep updated on my journals."

[undecipherable]

Diary Entry #6: "The clock ticks, slipping further and further across it's track. Whoever made this 'clock' is a fucking moron. How in the holy hell can this thing function? If my predictions are correct, it has only been three days, yet the minute hand has only slipped forwards twelve times. How!? I watch as this clock ticks and tacks every single second yet it has only been twelve minutes according to the clock. Every single second that passes I just feel a burning anger rise up from within me, willing to destroy this entire planet and whoever thought it would be a good idea to make such a dysfunctional piece of garbage. The clock continues to tick every second, I have counted the seconds mind you, and it seems to be moving regularly, yet whenever I blink, or god forbid look away for a moment, the clock is in a completely different place. Whatever is going on with this clock, something's wrong with it."

[undecipherable]

Diary Entry #7: "The kingdom was a false one, one filled with corruption, bribery, and incompetence from every aspect of society. How can a kingdom be stable when someone mandated by the highest of the high is overthrown by a small group of high ranking officers? The kingdom had been in decay for quite a while, and my father only accelerated that rate, leaving me in a position where not even I could save it, even with all my heart. The officers had been drunk off of pride, believing that they could take on anyone whom they so chose. They, who I can only assume were blabbering idiots who could not tell left from right, had plotted to remove me from power in an act of high treason. In that moment, I'd realize that the empire that my forefathers built up and the one that I had been given had decayed further then anyone could've anticipated, and the only course of action was obvious. Even if it were to still be around, society would've rotted beyond even my own comprehension. It needs to be rebuilt from the ground up, and the mistakes of the past must not resonate with it. Otherwise, the idea of our master race will rot away."

[The Chosen One]

Diary Entry #8: "All that an individual, and to a greater extent, a race needs to survive and thrive is it's requirements and only just what it needs to survive. In the late days of the kingdom, gluttony had corrupted her. It's beauty was tarnished by those who were craving power, riches, and fame. It's golden ages had no such gluttony in the highest of elites to the lowest of slums and only took what it needed. All that is needed for a meal is a bowl of oatmeal with the occasional luxury of fruit. Nothing else given to provoke a sense of greatness as that would destroy the system and lead a race down a path of degeneracy. Anyone who takes more then they need shouldn't deserve to take anything and should be exterminated and purged from society so that it can thrive and grow. Only those loyal to the kingdom, their race, and it's ideas should be allowed to breathe the air that it has been so generously been given."

[The Chosen One]

Diary Entry #9: "The results of my endeavors have been rather disappointing. All of my experiments have either ended prematurely or produced rather disappointing results that I was hoping would be much more satisfying. While I have succeeded in gathering some information about these specimens, I was hoping to get more. I'm hoping that during the next experiment, I can test if these specimens are compatible or not. Otherwise the days that I have spent preparing these tests would be put to waste and I would unfortunately be at a dead end. It's good to have hope, but in these days my hope seems to be slipping from my fingertips. The technology of these 'humans' are far superior then anything that we had ever laid our eyes, and the only reason that my tests have even been on this level of success is only because of the vastly superior technological gap. Perhaps there is hope in the vast blackness of bleakness, but one can only hope."

[The Chosen One]

Diary Entry #10: "Is there not a single strong human on this planet? The ones that I have found are either average or around that area of power with slight differences. Not a single fucking human is worth my attention and IT PISSES ME OFF TO NO END. The only guinea pigs that I have had access to are  ones too pathetic to put a bullet in their head, yet I'm forced to as if this is a cruel joke. It's like the upper beings refuse to give me anything of value because they want to prolong my suffering for as long as possible. SURELY, THERE'S A HUMAN WORTH MY TIME, WORTH MY ENERGY, TO DEDICATE MYSELF TO SO I CAN GET VALUABLE DATA OUT OF IT IN THIS HELLSCAPE.... It's whatever, as long as the stream of guinea pigs keep coming in, strength shouldn't be an issue here. One could say that quality triumphs above quantity, but surely quality doesn't matter when there's thousands of people to test on and to express my ideas upon."

[The Chosen One]

Diary Entry #11: "The only reasonable answer to why every single human is so weak is due to their lack of militarism. It has come to my attention that only a very small portion of the human population is involved in any sort of militarism. Most of them are too weak to even carry a revolver, something that any human should be able to do. So that brings up the question, how does this connect to weakness? The only reasonable explanation I can come up with is that their lack of actual combat or service to the state has left the vast majority of the population in a state of decadence. This helps explain why the state of us were so pathetic in the last days of the empire. The only way for a race to truly experience a true state of mastery is if every part of the population has loyalty to the state through their blood and sweat. Every single bit of energy should be used to protect the state from any inferior species who seeks to dethrone it from it's position, and only then, should a race be able to truly thrive."

[The Chosen One]

Diary Entry #12: "What an annoying group of snowies they are. How audacious they are to break into my abode and STEAL WHAT IS MY OWN. These little snowies think it's absolutely essential for them to walk into my base of operations and daRE EVEN TO TAKE A SINGLE POSSESSION. While they never took anything of importance, the clock seems to have been stolen by them somehow. It seems that it was the only item that they tried to take, as all of my other items have been left intact. I've taken care of all of them, with the exception of one, which will give me answers, no matter his compliance. What baffles me the most is the situation itself. The group were at the very least a hundred meters away and the clock couldn't of have been stolen later than five minutes from the time. Even if they had enough time, the damn clock probably wouldn't even of have been able to be carried by all of them. Realistically, they probably wouldn't of have even been to get it out of the bunker, yet they were able to drag drastically further then what would've been possible. Perhaps I should've dedicated a fraction of my time to testing the upper limits of the humans in the matter of physical traits, but there's something that's not connecting with this. Whatever it might be, I have work to do."

[The Chosen One]

Diary Entry #13: "I feel it's spirit nearby. I hear it's ticking. It's here somewhere I feel it. I feel every second pass by on the clock, every single motion does not leave my gaze, yet the clock is nowhere here. I know better then everyone else that the clock is somewhere around here, may it be three feet, ten feet, or one hundred meters away. Oh how this might taunt me, it is here somewhere. It calls for me, the ticking is evidence for that. The thieves' efforts to take away something of my own, while annoying, have proven ineffective. The clock will be back in the hands of myself, and nothing will stop that."

[The Chosen One]

Diary Entry #14: "Oh how oblivious I was, it seems that the clock has been right in front of me after all. It seems that the gods have aided me and has given me the clock back. Thankfully not much about it has changed, with only a few ticks different from the last time that this clock has met my gaze. This is a sign! A sign that the gods are and have been in my side, and have thrown away the shackles of degeneracy. They have come to realize how correct I am! I have been ordained by the support of deities far and wide to aid me in my mission to purify the universe of wrong, and this is a sign of that! Maybe there is still chance for a new revival. The signs of support and acceptance are undeniable. I can't disappoint the gods, otherwise the entirety of our race, maybe even the idea of it, might collapse and sink to a state where not even the most powerful of beings are able to fix it."

[The Chosen One]

Diary Entry #15: "Oh this mystery, I must figure out the answer to it. Where are you my holy one? I refuse that you have given your holy being to the shackles of degeneracy, you're out there somewhere. You never truly died from the incident, did you? You're out there, somewhere. Somewhere looming the universe, looking for me, when I'm right here. I'm right here waiting for you. No one ever truly understood you, except for me. I know that you're just as disappointed as I am in the results of our race and you seek to revive it, I know that my actions were viable, and I know that you, with your holy vastness of knowledge, would've done the same thing had you been in my shoes. Please give me a sign, thy holy one."

[The Chosen One]

Diary Entry #16: "I cannot find a single word nor sentence to accurately describe the 'human' race. After acute observation, these 'humans' at random days just give up their jobs and responsibilities to celebrate with each other to such an extent that anyone would think that they were partying. Perhaps that's the reason to why every single human on this accursed planet is as weak as they are, because they can't last fifteen seconds without celebrating something and indulging themselves with luxury. I have faith for these 'humans' in another reality from which they have been stripped of all luxury but even then, I have a feeling that the human race is broken beyond repair even through foreign intervention. Even if some races are evidently superior to others, each race has the opportunity to produce worthy individuals, yet these humans have not produced a single one since I have settled here all those years ago. While an embarrassment, I have the tiniest bit of faith for this race, which is more then I can say for most."

[The Chosen One]

Diary Entry #17: "Oh may he come home safely. May the stars align and lead his passage to his righteous homeland. May the being return to me, just as if it was a child with his father. May he return to me safely and with much deliberation. I ask of the holy ones to guide him through his journey to his new kingdom. I pray for his safety and he traverses the black void and find his way to the blessed. May the gods guide him throughout his reign and he shall be reunited with his messenger. He shall be the true emperor of the empire and shall not have anyone who could rival him, for his being is immaculate and perfect in power and judgement. For he is the being who has the infinite benevolence and wisdom to truly lead the master race into a new age. The kingdom shall be revived."

"The kingdom shall be revived."

[The Chosen One]

Diary Entry #18: "Why is my vision always deviated by failure after failure? Am I the only one here who can carry out my vision of a better future. Trust is apparently this VERY IMPORTANT THING yet, for whatever reason, I'M ALWAYS BETRAYED BY IT. I hear of failures all over the place, and I'm getting sick by it. FOR TOO LONG, I HAVE BEEN CONSUMED BY IT, AND IT'S PISSING ME OFF. It all started(unintelligible scribbling) and now it's met me again in battle. I can't allow this to continue, otherwise I may never be able to get my cold hands over the true savior of this realm."

[The Chosen One]

Diary Entry #19: "This is it... This is it this is it THIS IS IT. A masterful creation. This mask.. IT'S A BLESSING FROM THE GODS THEMSELVES. Something this masterful MUST be a sign from the gods themselves to aid me in my journey for utter purity. What else could this have been, what joker could come to me and tell me that this was something made by the inferiors. No no no, this is a sign from the higher beings, a sign that they support my journey. And from-(indecipherable jumble)-there's much more power that can be had.

He will be found.

He will return to his true destiny.

The nightmare will be vanquished.

Our race will return."

[The Chosen One]

Diary Entry #20: "He is coming closer. I can sense it. The heir to my masterpiece is coming closer to me. I can feel it in my blood. Our bloods are connected to one another, I feel his pain more than anyone else could. Oh, holy child, I feel your anguish. You will return to rule over your rightful domain, and your domain will be glorious. I serve as a mere regent to your greatness. Please return to me, my glorious one."

[The Chosen One]

Diary Entry #21: "The glorious gods have decided that, this very day, I shall be victorious over all. The degenerates and impostors who sought to bring down our race and shame our ancestors have been completely wiped out and will never live to see what a truly perfect world is like. Now that they are done with, I can truly begin what should've been done eons ago.

No more corruption will run through the rivers of my new world. No more degeneracy will be able to walk a step without being beaten back by the masterful race.

Everything will answer to me and the Doge race. Nothing will be spared.

Glory to a New Era

Glory to the Holy Regent

and Glory to my True Son, the Ruler of All"

[Dogeta III, His Most Loyal Regent and Benevolent Ruler of New Dogeta]

Diary Entry #22: "Startling, to me honestly, that after all of what I have been informed, that there are so many humans alive. They managed to survive through plague, famine, infighting, and even the planet itself being taken to the brink of absolute devastation so many times. Almost like their fucking cockroaches or something. Perhaps maybe there's some sort of fight in them, perhaps maybe they might even be the key to the survival of the Doge race. There are only so many true Doges left, so perhaps some of these humans are worthy of being purified and transformed into a supreme being... Perhaps that's a thought I should ponder on.. even if they can be purified and corrected, there's no way to ensure their loyalty.. whatever the case is, I have to move quickly before he returns! Once he does come back, I will grant him a kingdom worthy of his birthright.."

[Dogeta III, His Most Loyal Regent and Benevolent Ruler of New Dogeta]

Diary Entry #23: "Where is he.. he's here somewhere, somewhere amongst the living. It's almost as if fate is taunting me. The kingdom NEEDS their true ruler to come and rule over his kingdom with as benevolent an iron fist as mine. It's almost like I'm going insane, but I, and only I, know that the planet needs more purifying before he will come and rule over his domain. New Dogeta depends upon my rule to pave the path for fate to swoop in and thrash the impures and obliterate anything that threatens our race. New Dogeta depends upon you, my holy child, please come to me."

[Dogeta III, His Most Loyal Regent and Benevolent Ruler of New Dogeta]

Diary Entry #24: "A revelation has come to me! Of course, for a proper state to exist, its environment must be proper. Every civilization in the entire universe that held massive success had a proper environment. If the impurity still remains in the air, then our armies and people will simply dissolve like sand. The sun shines too bright upon our glory and the lands look upon us with envy. We shall swiftly deal with that so that a proper restoration of the Doge can truly begin. The sons of the new generation and the emperor himself will thank me for my work. The gears will continue to turn upon us, and the utopia of New Dogeta can truly be realized. Hail the Emperor, Hail his Holiness, and Hail New Dogeta, within all its glory!"

[Dogeta III, His Most Loyal Regent and Benevolent Ruler of New Dogeta]

Diary Entry #25: "The winds blow onto me as I write this. I truly feel like this new world will be all the more true to what the Doges need dearly. No more shall the trees blossom and the rivers flow a clear color, as they are only distractions to what the master race should look towards. It is only fair that the Doge race should focus on purifying this planet as it has its inhabitants. Already, hundreds have been purified and thousands more have been slaughtered, and those figures are increasing by the minute, and purification is coming at a rapid pace. Our holiness will surely look upon this with interest and glee, and will surely come down to his new homeland and take his crown for himself. The time is ticking, there is only so much time before he comes. The times of old are being put away, and a new era for the Doges is soon to begin."

[Dogeta III, His Most Loyal Regent and Benevolent Ruler of New Dogeta]

Diary Entry #26: "It was simply forethought from the founders of the kingdom that they didn't solve their issues at home before expanding to conquer. Their miscalculation made way for incompetence, massive corruption, and absolute degeneracy in every corner of Doge society. Generation after generation mishandled the issue and I was left with a society of dimwits. I refuse to follow our species down the road of devastation, I will make sure to bring back the golden days of our race. The Doge race deserves much more than to follow in the footsteps of incompetent rulers who ruined our destiny, and I know that the holy emperor will agree with me. I, as the holy Regent, have the duty and responsibility to revive the Doge race and to make sure it realizes its destiny as the master race above all. And, so long as I'm breathing, I will make sure that destiny is fulfilled, unconditionally."

[Dogeta III, His Most Loyal Regent and Benevolent Ruler of New Dogeta]

Diary Entry #27: "My child, when will you return to me? The kingdom waits for you, it always has. I have slain every degenerate on this planet, have completely realized a masterful vision of the Doge race, and have completely transformed this planet for something fit for the master race. How many more must I kill for you to return to rule over your domain? I know you're alive, you're alive somewhere. The impostor was never you. You are a perfect being fit for the throne of the Doge people.. so please, take the throne of the Doge people, and lead us to a better future. Please, my son, please return to us. Your presence is needed. A crown sits idly by for you. If you don't come.. then I won't know what to do with myself. You are the future of the Doge race. Your people and your regent require you. Please."

[Dogeta III, His Most Loyal Regent and Benevolent Ruler of New Dogeta]

Diary Entry #28: "I AM NOT AN IMPURE! I AM NOT A DEGENERATE! I AM A DOGE, A PURE-BLOODED BEING! PLEASE RETURN TO ME IN YOUR HOLINESS! I DID THIS FOR YOU!"