-- PERSONAL LOG: THE FALL OF ANCHORAGE--

"Fire and brimstone. I could smell the smoke wafting through the air, I could taste the ash falling from the sky. The Sarkics detonated the warheads, the Archon himself did. We awoke five hours later. I know how, yet I do not know why.

Nuclear fire had burned the entire city. So many dead. Yet we still persevere. A foreshadowing of things to come, I fear. But we are not yet lost.

The Archon, before the detonation, had turned himself into something new. A large pyramid upon his head. A large sword in one hand. A new monster. Like a disgusting butterfly from a flesh cocoon. Truly horrific.

But now, all is quiet. A bell tolls. Are we in purgatory? No, we still bleed. We may not yet rest. Our duty has not concluded.

I will not die this day. Not yet. There will be no giving up. They will not get what they desire out of me.

I still have abominations to put in the ground. 

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