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The images you would like to include should be posted as attachments below. log 1. the hell’s a multiverse? warrior it's what they call me i can tell they don't take me seriously when their voices say it like that. my world doesn't take kindly to people born of my blood a strange grudge that originates long, very long before i did my country is the most advanced society here we even have planes that fly over desolate towns full of war survivors and traumatized soldiers among those people stood me until a man who looked like he belonged to the future beckoned me to embark on a quest traversing the universe itself a quest to find displaced mortals, a quest across realities. i must admit, the multiverse was not the easiest concept to understand. the world seemed simple: fight and conquer for my military overlords until they are satisfied. though, with the risk of only having a few years left to live, i realized i’d never be satisfied dying in a meaningless battle. so i shook that strange man’s hand and saw the world transform under my very feet. oh how i wondered whom i’d meet! log 2. the pink-haired devil isn’t much of a devil. it didn't take me long to realize my country was not as advanced as i’d once believed perhaps it was just the best of my world in the way that the tallest dwarf was the tallest short thing. speaking of dwarves, my first journey found me in a colony of strange little men some had pointy ears and walked with a skip in their step the weirdest thing of all was their consistent bright smiles as if they could only ever be happy in their kingdom of midgets. i came to this world unprepared for the spectacular voodoo and the lively dances that would only be called witchcraft in my world. in gathering information from the townspeople i learned of an infamous sorcerer with colorful hair and powerful abilities that made every other magical being quiver in fear. i decided that if anyone could aid me in battle or in my mission it was “the pink-haired devil” who lived somewhere in the snowy forest, hidden from others it turned out that calling him young was no understatement. ikuto was a boy twelve years of age who, like me, was out of place in this world, the first displaced mortal i found, the only i’d save. ikuto truly was powerful, though he could make anything come to life as long as he wrote it down in his emerald notebook. the one thing he couldn’t do was leave this place without aid so, i told the child i would help him get home if he helped me along the way with his abilities i think he said yes because i was the first to not look at him with fear. how could i? i had been in his place once thought of as a horrifying spectacle for my power was a curse as much as his was. from then on, my journey of one became a journey of two and it was just beginning. log 3. extraterrestrials are real?! in our seventh destination, ikuto and i found ourselves in the most strange place! the inhabitants there didn’t look close to human at all they bore a resemblance to what my nation calls extraterrestrials. the most peculiar thing was their complexions of every color of the rainbow and their eyes, greater than two. this time, we were searching for a human-cat hybrid with a lion’s mane of golden ore who most certainly was out of place in this world of aliens. ikuto and i encountered him sitting on the abdicated throne he didn’t enjoy the looks of those that lived on this planet and made it his problem, which reminded me bitterly of my own home. the planet itself matched its residents colorful in appearance. but its bright hues contrasted harshly with the blood of my new little comrade. the hybrid we were fighting struck fast and he struck hard leaving Ikuto little time to respond nor write in his magical journal. i cursed and swung towards the villain with my ferocity and my blade cutting him down, i fulfilled the singular purpose that my superiors had set for me back then. i took ikuto to a medic quickly and watched the kind villager nurse him back to health. i thanked her kindly, she kissed my cheek. the nurse was curious about my origins and i told her little, yet she was still intrigued and she was curious, so i invited her to join us in the next world. so, with ikuto and the nurse, i set forth to my next destination, unknowing of the dangers that were right under my nose. log 4. i didn’t order tentacles! i prayed to a god for the first time in the next universe that came. i called to the god of the titans in complete and utter despair. this new world was perhaps even stranger than the alien one. people walked in and out of colossal buildings, tapping on small gadgets that spoke back to them. “skyscrapers” were the most sketched thing in my travel logbook. i was terrified and amazed that a structure like that could touch the heavens above! my goal here was to find and eliminate yet another outsider and yes, eliminate for sure as this particular outsider had somehow bothered the man who had recruited me. but my goal before that was to take the nurse onto the date of her alien lifetime. we’d spent the rest of my time in the last universe talking of dreams and our mutual desire to explore. off we went to something called a restaurant that served something called spaghetti and i smiled as i finally told the nurse the truth of what my expedition entailed. i didn’t know a woman could have that many tentacles nor how painful it was to be strangled by them nor that the nurse was going to stab me in the back. i felt rage bubbling inside. contempt was all i felt for that pitiful woman who thought it wise to challenge me. me, a warrior that has been given a quest across realities! i took her life with my own sword. and as i saw Ikuto’s eyes, wide with horror and his mumbled “Reiner” i realized why people pray. i hugged ikuto but i couldn’t speak a word to him without them drowning in my sobs. we shed tears together we, who once bled together overtaken by emotions as we stood over blood. “she saved me,” he cried into my shoulder. she tried to kill me, i left unsaid. “why did you take her life?” i wanted to say self defense. but the only reason she attacked me was because i told her my plan of exterminating outsiders which is exactly what she was in this world. i could’ve resolved things by talking i don’t know why words never came to me she was trembling as she held my life in her hands but she stopped right before actually taking it, which is why i had the chance to draw my blade. a kind-hearted nurse, driven to the brink let me go for a second, watching and waiting and willing to let me amend my speech but i was more interested in the violence of it all. it was then i realized i was doing exactly what i was before it was no different in any universe. i was a killing machine, and that was all i’d ever be. i resolved not to continue this path at least not until i faced the man behind the mask, the man who assigned me this destiny. i closed my eyes. in the void, i called his name. log 5. space dad versus the 21st century! warrior it’s what they called me in my home universe and here, in this void. the man in the suit, the futuristic one that had given me this assignment spat the word as if it had a disgusting taste in his mouth and i instantly recognized the feeling. no respect for me, not as an employee of destruction nor as a heroic soldier of war nor as a living, breathing person. the void in which he resided was as empty as this man’s heart but my resolve was not affected i was determined to end this gratuitous cycle of violence he wasn’t willing to hear me out “killing is what you’re good at, it’s what you know,” he claimed. pissed off, i so desperately wanted to hit him though that would be proving him right. i wasn’t sure how i could best someone in this plane of existence. i thought of giving up, letting this confrontation be for naught. but when Ikuto appeared at my side, i knew what i had to lose. because eventually, the man in the suit would have me kill this young boy too. he was an outsider, but i had broken the rules for him and i would break them for him once more. i told Ikuto what to write in his journal and i watched as he methodically inscribed my words and the prophetic man watched in horror as his body began to morph into something unlike himself. with that, we were transported back to that restaurant Ikuto with his hand on my shoulder, the method he used to come into the void with me, and the sun with its hand sticking through the window. the man was reduced to a mere flower one that did not rise with the light of the sun perhaps he had spent too long in the darkness i pitied him despite myself, and i kept the blossom safe in my pocket. though, without the magic of the man, we would be stuck in this modern world for the rest of our lives i couldn’t bring the boy home, like i’d once promised. but he seemed content with the idea of staying with me for longer and that kind of love was one i had never known before. my own mother saw me as a weapon and a tool for her success in society “my son’s a warrior,” she’d say and she’d receive a modicum of respect from those that’d never truly accept her as one of them. yet here, in this terrifying world of skyscrapers and spaghetti i was gifted with a son of my own, and i’d say, “my son’s a writer” with the proudest tongue despite the most disinterested responses. our journey, though limited to one universe was hardly over. it turns out, there were way more anomalies here than i had originally anticipated. starting in what was called new york city, i’d use words, like Ikuto to help these outsiders navigate our new home that i was still getting used to myself. the ones i’ve met thus far have dubbed me “space dad” after years of answering to the mocking designation of warrior i find i don’t mind the new title. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Space Dad: Reiner's Travel Log Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Stephanie Acosta Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 04/19/2023