Planning on adding a journal entry per day. Stick with me my people!

Journal entry 16b:

its hard and to believe a war general could go to a reluctant scavenger in the blink of an eye, the war change everything about me, but more importantly everything about everyone. Ever since the nuclear explosion radiation has filled the veins of every biotic life form on this planet, I don't go a day without feeling change.                                           

Journal entry 17a:


Nearly a decade has passed since the Great War. I am stranded, alone, and there is little hope for me in coming future. I have managed to establish a small camp near an abandoned outpost. The Patrol machines threaten life every day; I know they are coming for me, and I don’t know how many. 

Journal entry 17b:


I have hit the decade mark since the nuclear explosion took place. It makes me reconcile the past. I lost my arm, leg but most importantly my family to the bomb. I have been able to survive on this frozen wasteland due to the military training I have received pre-war but still things are tough, my robotic arm is probably the only thing keeping me alive right now. Every day I must scavenge for what I may need. Luckily, the other day I found a Xenon core so I will be able to run my robotics for another year.


I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up


-       b2305a (Sanders)