Welcome back everyone, a potato without any pants and we’re back with Angelash.
No overtly interesting intro today, so let’s begin.
February 5th, 173.
Koss wanted me to plan out an armory, barracks, and offices for her and future squad leader. Honestly, I think I over planned, however future proofing is good. Past that, I marked out the area for a scrapyard. We have enough scrap clogging up our main stockpile, so having the space turned useful is great. Maybe we’ll find some medical supplies. I think I under planned on what we’ll need…February 5th, 173 Addendum.
Fuck. Koss spotted these abominations to the south of us about three hours after I finished that last journal. I’ve gotten the civilians in, however I’m unsure if that’ll matter. The Robobrain, the Gutsy, and from what I can tell, our eyebots seem to be keeping them away from us.
ADDENDUM: Whoever reprogrammed those Eyebots deserves a medal. Those things are jumpy as all fuck and trying to reprogram them must be hell.
February 5th, 173.
I’ve been outlining an area for Ice, and she approved it. Soon, the armory, barracks, and offices for me and my squad leaders will be done. Excellent, no?
*scribbled, clearly hastily written*
Oh god. I’ve spotted something…Foul. Doesn’t look human, that’s for sure. Considering HOW FUCKING HUGE THEY ARE, I think Ice made a good move on making everyone stay inside.
Starting to want for migrants...This is getting stupid. Seven people isn’t enough for this shit! Our robots are only barely keeping them away.
End of log. Not gonna lie, this might be it. If they attack, I’m not sure we’ll ALL make it. Considering I’m the only one of us who can fight without using a SPOON as a weapon(I saw Deon doing it, wanted to smack) I’m pretty sure I’ll die first.
Bye.
February 5th 173 Addendum.
After the civvies went in, Koss left the room to go check on the situation. Our Gutsy was tearing into the centaurs and made quite a mess. That’ll be hell to clean up, but regardless, it’s useful as all hell.
If anything else comes up, there’ll be more… If that wasn’t obvious.
February 5th, new shit happened.
Well, hot damn. That gutsy of our proved that it’s a damn good soldier. I ran in to assist, but before I got near them, they were DEAD. DAMN. I patted the rustbucket, told it was good, and strolled off. Work to be done~
Bye.
February 13th, 173
Well, today I decided that eating fish and some of the random plants and meat we brought along was boring so I marked an area for a kitchen. Sure there isn’t a dedicated building for it -after all, we haven’t enough time to set up a stone quarry yet. I hope to do that within the year though- so it’s bare bones.
Feb.?.173.
Ice asked me how the housing should look today. I told her apartments, because I like apartments. I dunno. Oh, and I heard her going over documents, and suddenly realizing that we had breached the caverns already.
She is the woman leading us.
Dear God, we’re all going to die.
February 15, 173
Well, I feel stupid. I was informed sometime last week about breaching this big cavern we heard about from the scouting teams that the other guys before us had sent.
And I only remembered it.
I think I should lay off the drinks.
Eh.
March.15.173
Ooooooh, boy! We found a pre-war crate! Tech awaits us, and goddamn I want to tear that shit open. I wonder what we’ll find? Oh, and we’ve FINALLY got a goddamn armor stand and weapon rack. It’s about damn time my barracks started shaping up. Soon, I can start my goddamn training routine. It’ll keep my mind off how much living here SUCKS.
Bye.
March 15th, 173
The barracks now has the weapon rack and armor stand despite how in progress the room is. Hopefully when we’re done she can spend her time down there with her precious weapons.
April 20th, 173
After days of hard work and hauling, we have a primitive wall set up! It should keep things out and keep us in. Past that, we’re using up the excess sandstone doing this.
Don’t care of DON’T CARE
I’ve been feeling fucking awful, lately...A fever, methinks. And it’s probably because I was in a goddamn DUST STORM. Ice doesn’t know how to tell us that DUST STORMS ARE BAD, GO INSIDE. Bloody hell...I’m gonna go work. Hope I don’t die.
May 4th, 173
Okay, so I may have fucked up and forgot to ring the ‘OH GOD GET INSIDE MURDER DEATH MURDER’ alarm. Now half the people here are sick with fevers, Koss is threatening to toss me into the pond and let me sleep with the fishes and I’m just as sick as her.
Goddamnit.
This is just a bit of a filler if you can call it that.
I still am a bit... Paranoid? Whatever, paranoid about how I'm not putting enough pictures in. Lemme know if I don't put enough in~.