"""
Now family, I know you're worried about me and my time in the hospital. But fear not, for there is a god watching over me in my hour of need.

And that god is Crom, who wants me dead.

So I go now to battle for my right to draw one more breath in this ragged existence, to spite him who looks upon us with gloomy judgment.

Grieve not my fate, o kin! For I shall wrest my right to live from his dark grasp! And should I fail? Hah! Then I shall at last meet him face-to-face, and my fists will drag answers from his silent mouth!
"""