In memory.

I no longer have someone to hate.


Olaf has been gone for forty-eight days without return.


You'd think I'd be happy, but... I'm not.


I know what you're thinking: 'Now that Olaf's gone, you realize you no longer have a purpose.'


Nope.


I'm thinking, 'I'm not the one who got to kill him.'


This is sad for me.


Soren told me that the last of the blog posts he wrote ended yesterday, so I suppose its my turn to explain what I was thinking that fateful day when I made out with Chia.

Even though I hate Olaf, I mus admit he has good taste in women.

Chia is HAWT.

And when she started crying about how Olaf was gone... and how she wanted a celebration kiss... I panicked.

Well, I didn't really panic, I just followed an urge.

Strongly.

We all think Olaf's dead now, anyway.

He would have figured out some way to find a laptop and blog about where he is.

He always does that.

And since he hasn't ...

Well, I assume the best.

Since Soren's Story is done, the entire crew of the Bloodhound III vowed to no longer read Olaf's blog, as that would be a disgrace to his person.

I never read that trash anyway.

My name is Omar the Bold, and I hate the late Olaf the Bald.