January 10th, 2006


Feeling a bit post-apocalyptic tonight...

Cursed daystar! How I yearn for days of darkness and arc-light, with nothing to stop the chill winds but drifts of snow and ash! The cold pushed back only by burning machinery and the heat of well-worn gun barrels! "Home" is but another word for "bunker", with broken concrete my only bed and rusted metal my only nourishment!
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