10th of Spring.
We managed to escape, but they are chasing us.
No time to rest. No time to even write this shit down. Gotta keep going.
6th of Summer.
Entreched a camp over here in the mointans. My balls are freezing despite the Summer, but at least we had a chance to rest and gather ourselves.
A few skirmishes with deer warbands here and there left us battered up a little. While Azira gives Kalin some quality dirty-sock-treatment (coz this egocentric one-eyed motherfucker can’t help putting himself into my line of fire), Slavmen and Greenbutt embarked on a scouting mission. Meanwhile Lactose woman is being useless as always, hanging around, disgorging foul liquids on the ground. I swear, a couple more days and this place will be known as The Mountain of Vomit.
8th of Summer.
Greenbutt and Slavemen are back. I kinda hoped they wouldn’t be, but oh well.
The news is highly disturbing. Seems like the deer forces are taking over other human settlements.
Won't be long until entire factions will be wiped out of existence. This is literal war against humankind.
Awright, we gotta leave this mountain. Sooner or later the deers will surround the area and wait for us to die from hypothermia and starvation. It’s gonna be a goddamn siege, I tell you! FUCK!
11th of Winter.
Just thought I should write something in my Log. Let's see...
We are still alive, somehow. It’s chaos. Every single day is a struggle to survive. We’ve ran out of food, bullets and willpower. Our clothing is ripped to shreds. Our feet have turned into bloody pulps. Never had a full night’s rest since we left that mountain, not even once. Sometimes I think we should have stayed there to meet our fate with what was left of our dignity.
We keep going, though. Out of habit and inertia.
Besides, shooting deers with hand-made bows is sorta fun. Shooting Kalin is even more fun.
14 of Autumn.
Time runs fast. How long has it been since my last entry? Eh, who cares. It’s not like someone is going to read it. At this point we are the last breathing humans on the entire continent.
However, am leaving my Captain Log right here, on this snow-covered coast. Why? Well, it depends on who’s gonna read it.
If you are a fellow human who ended up stranded or maybe crash-landed in this god-forsaken place, do me a favor – kill a deer or two before you face a horrible, humiliating death.
If you are a deer, bring this Log to your leader.
If you are the leader,
FUCK YOU! You will
NEVER beat Grimwulf the Glorious Kommissar! Let me draw you a picture of what I’ve found on this coast:
It’s called
"boat".
It’s sole purpose of existence is to fuck you up. In order to do so, it will take me, along with my loyal subordinates, to a faraway place where we shall rebuild our Kommunistik Paradise.
And one day –
I swear, one day – when we grow stronk and unstoppable, I will come back for you.
I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!