"Father, forgive me for what I have done.
It's gone. All of it. Our fortune, our belongings, our livelihood. They came and spent it all. On trinkets and jewelry. Garments and furnishings that hold no value. How we used to laugh and pretend. That it would never come to an end. But it has, oh yes it has. For the night of the hour struck still. And the Snowy Mountain ceased its chill. As beggars and barons began to come. Played by Harlots, they were too dumb. I spent it all there, along with friends. But atlas, our time has come to an end. So now without money I am a bard.
On a retro game, I used your credit card." *end of entry*