Warhammer 40k x Nier: Automata: Guardsman journal entry

Chapter 6: Guardsman for hire

Journal log #13

Thank the Emperor that I was able to walk away from that with my life by that thing just running off, I mean what am I suppose to do in that situation? If I were to shoot that thing then it would more likely start to attack me and well possibly kill me on the spot(Oh what? You expect me that fight that thing?! I don't even know what those fucking things are or how they even work, I much rather don't want to be involved with whatever those things are until I know how they work and how to deal with em). Glad that there are no Commissars around here or he/she will just blast my brains off, like, what's scarier for a Guardsman to deal with when it comes to life and death? The abominations and horrors that he or she faces? Or that looming threat that there's a gun pointed at your head if you were to ignore orders or show signs of waver? Warp if I know, and I care less about that. You know what matters?

I LIVED

With some valuable junk that I have gathered from that piled up robotic bodies and those bipedal fucks that I destroyed, I got stuff to trade, and some materials for me to tune up something or perhaps create something to make my life a bit easier. I also got something for the Little bastard, I mean it's better than having it look boring and generic and give it a little bit of it's own identity, unlike most of the people I know of such as those Space Marines, Weird Skitarii folks, and us Imperial Guardsmen even though we all have names and our little dog tags but not that it matters, we're all just expendables cast in a uniform mold. It's true we have our own reasons to fight or do anything in life for that matter but in the end, we all do the same shit and guess what? We die.

I don't think there's much use to keep my dog tag with me at this point, if I die here no one would find me or even bother to find. Even if the weirdos were to find my body I doubt they can even read fucking low gothic and at the very least don't turn my body into fucking starch. By the Emperor, just thinking about it made me feel sick to the stomach, I just ate a can of it some time ago and thinking about it now made me regret eating it but it's best that I don't throw up and have my rations be put to waste. Well I can't afford to be a pussy about it, or I die as one.

I do wonder how much this junk is worth to those folks at their camp, I mean the ones with more humanoid structures but feminine for some reason(there are young boys among them but only a very few). Probably something those wealthy fucks ordered from the Mechanicus but honestly what's the point if they got no genitals. Well it's not my business to know anyways and no I don't want to fuck those things, because honestly they remind me of those servitors that I saw the other day, creepy fucks aren't they? Well if you don't know what a servitor is... imagine it being half man half machine, but devoid of free will and emotions. Just looking at those things just made me feel bad but really, what can I do? I'm just a guardsman who wants to live.

The climbing bit part of going back to the archway of the complex area, yeah that place that I've said in my previous log. Well, it sucks because climbing up was a bit of a hassle, but I can manage, though getting sand in places is not pleasant but I'm trying to survive here so I'm not gonna complain. Well it's kind of good to vent it through my logs and possibly breaking a few pieces of furniture that I come across, I mean hey! it's working... but it kinda attracts unwanted attention so I'll be sure to remember that. At the moment I'm walking back to the city ruins with my journal in hand through the shade, well I have my Laspistol ready if something were to jump on me.

Journal log #14

I finally made it back to the city ruins. Well I don't have to endure the heat from that sandy area and have sand right between my ass and around my balls. But of course I ignored the lady by that tent area because I have zero clue on what she says and I just respond by raising my hand up briefly as I pass by her, well she was annoyed judging by her reaction but eh, I don't even want to bother since I have to organize on what to trade and what to keep, I also got something for the little shit if you  remember what I wrote from my last log, a stuffed toy and a worn cap(It's not much but it will do). Well, before getting back home to my little hideout, I better find that bike that I hid somewhere around here, so I hope nobody would try and steal it or wreck it somehow.