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The events that occur in these logs are real.
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- Prologue -
[Thursday, June 4, 2009, 12:26pm]
Im contacting you all from the battlefield.. The enemy is strong and I dont know if I'll make it out alive.. Pray for me ..damn it, just pray.

[Thursday, June 4, 2009, 1:03pm]
A hostile pierced my armor.. I may be infected.. No telling how much time I have left. I'll keep fighting and thinking of home.

***[Thursday, June 4, 2009, 11:56am]***
"Heyy poopsie. Whose my lil fuzzy wuzzy, you are! Ahh.. give daddy kissy. I gotta go now but we'll have fun later. I promise." Lucario.. He's only 3 weeks old now, he has no idea what I just said. But I just made him a promise ..a promise I wasn't sure I could keep.

[Thursday, June 4, 2009, 1:19pm]
A shipment of supplies just arrived. Heh, foam earplugs.. Because apparently, there are no nasal plugs in the house. I'll just stick with the bandanna over my nose, it seems like I'm going to be a goner anyway. No.... I have to survive. For Lucas.

[Thursday, June 4, 2009, 1:34pm]
Oil sheen, no affect.. Lavendar, no affect.. potpurri, immune.. AXE's Phoenix, Touch, Kilo, Chocolate ..No affect, immune, immune, no affect. It's all defense now.

[Thursday, June 4, 2009, 1:42pm]
I can hear Lucario crying in the distance.. But I can't return, not yet. With every pull of the trigger, ..I do it for him.

[Thursday, June 4, 2009, 1:50pm]
I'm opening my eyes.. I must have been knocked out. But not by a hostile, apparently they are all done for. All that remains are body bags stacked four high, and spent munitions. It smells like a massacre was here, ..and yet my own body funk somehow causes me to cringe. I collapse where I stand, just thankful it's all over...?

[Thursday, June 4, 2009, 2:01pm]
The dead flesh of my enemies still has to be disposed of. It will take four trips for this job. Heh, and I thought It would all be trips to Tiffany's from here on out. Stay the smile from your face Lucas, I'm not done just yet..

[Thursday, June 4, 2009, 2:11pm]
It wasn't that difficult a job. With a double load on the third passing, the bodies had been disposed of in three trips. An elderly woman from a neighboring territory complained of the odor and demanded I store the bags elsewhere. I slit one of the bags, spilling it contents before her feet and asked her had she ever seen war.. That was the end of that.

[Thursday, June 4, 2009, 2:18pm]
Aww.. he's sleeping. War doesn't concern him, I guess kids will be kids. I think I'll wash and then lay my head to rest also, ..pretend today's affair was just a dream.

-End Transmission-

- Chapter One -
[Thursday, June 4, 2009, Time:UNKNOWN]
????: "Hostiles approaching from the East Gate!!!! Wake Him! Wake him NOW!!"
....To be continued

- Chapter Two -
Nothing here yet..