Journal log #1
In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.
There is no hope but despair, for we only destroy ourselves as the thirsting gods laughs.
Hello my name is (Y/N) (L/N), I am one of many imperial guardsman of the imperium of man, we fight the enemies of humanity known as xenos, heretics, and daemons from the warp.
We lost countless of good men from this endless war of ours and we pressed on as if nothing happened, sure our lives are hell but at the very least we have something to fight for.
Most of us fight for the Emperor of mankind, but some have other ambitions, currently I'm writing this little journal that I brought with me, it could keep me sane by writing how I feel. But I keep it secret from my officers due to risk of branding as a heretic and most likely execute me on the spot.
I tried to muster up my courage and my faith as much as I can so I might live longer than those before me.
If you're wondering what regiment I'm from, I am a guardsman of Cadia called "Cadian Shock Troopers". We are the hardiest folks you can come across for we faced those Chaos abominations directly, for our planet was close to the Eye of Terror... we may have lost Cadia but know this.
"The planet broke before the guardsmen did, Cadia still stands in our hearts."
Many can tell which are Cadians, look into our eyes and you'll see the colour purple. What caused this colour in our eyes is the influence of the Eye of Terror so this we held our ground till the very end.
I will end my first log here for we are preparing to land and join in with the others, wouldn't want to get executed by the Commissar for not doing what I'm supposed to do.
Journal log #2
Well I got two things to say...
Firstly, we thought that we victory was within our grasp as we cornered the Farseer witch and the other Aeldari(Eldar), they look like humans but with pointy ears and looking down on us as if we're just mere apes to them, well I expected them to be taller but I found myself disappointed so I guess we're equal terms but I don't see that for they are xenos. Something was not right, our attacks on those xenos were too easy... but I was too late to realize that the witch has set us up and got surrounded by a whole lot more Eldars, there was so much happening around us that we couldn't even hold our ground.
That damned witch and her sneaky bastards wiped many of us out, left and right our Lasguns and their xeno guns are fired non-stop, the sound of our bayonets clashing against their wraithbone swords but they were too fast for us to even combat them in melee. I watched as my brothers get slashed and sliced into bits, getting shot in the head by those snipers, and get obliterated by gunfire from their whatever they were driving. But that's not the only one thats killing off my brothers, some of our men cannot handle the situation and decided to turn tail and flee but never got far away and died for they were shot by the Commissar, such as the fate of deserters.
I'll be honest with myself, There was no way that we are gonna make it out alive, we have nowhere to go and cornered like animals, as our Commissar was gonna raise our spirits a grenade blow up the Commissar and killed most of us, only a few of us manage to survive that explosion but we're slowly dying from our injuries, one tried to pull out his bayonet to try to at least get a hit on those xenos, but as reality being cruel as usual he was gunned down with zero mercy, all that was left was puddle of his blood and his shredded burnt body.
My ears still rings from the explosion and the pain from it kept me from moving, I found myself laying on my back drenched with mud, dirt, and blood of both my allies and those xenos, my vision was blurry and watched the already bog-ridden grey sky and the hope forsaken universe.
Before my vision blackens I watched the sky as the battle rages on, I couldn't feel my arms or legs... why did I die in such a place..?
I thought the Emperor protects us in battle...
I struggle to have my right hand to reach for the dying sky as I gasped for air in pain and finally I blacked out as my right hand fell and landed back to the blood stained ground, fearing that my soul will be consumed by one of the Chaos Gods.
And now secondly, Before I woke up I hear the sound of... birds..? And the feeling of warmth hitting my face, could be the rays of the sun, but there's more to it which I find strange... the sound of a gentle stream, the wind blows somewhere following up with the sound of leaves rustling against the air.
Is this the afterlife, I wondered? Or is it just all an illusion that the gods to toy with me more?
Well I have no idea what this is about, but it's better than being swallowed up by the damned warp. I should explore my surroundings before writing another one of my logs, since I still have my standard gear with my Lasgun(flashlight) still loaded, some ammo for it tucked safely, my bayonet for many uses, and all sorts of stuff.
But I still have to figure out wether I'm dead or alive right now.
[To be continued]
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