[IP] Something based off of this art by Bernard Bittler

Julevntil 37, 457th year of Her Royal Divinity

The air practically thrums from those damnable blimps. "Air support" my hairy ass. I could probably walk backwards pissing faster than those things could move. As if their laughably bad aim isn't enough, I can barely think during the day from the whistling and buzzing, and it's been almost three days since I had a decent night of sleep. We keep fighting these bastards, and they keep coming. I don't know why this damn spit of mud is so important to the Queen, but she has spent hundreds of thousands of lives to keep it. We're expecting another push, just before dawn. Hopefully I'll still be around to write another entry tomorrow night. God below, anything but what happened to Jeckin.

Juleventil 36, 457 YHRD

We got resupplied today. It's nice to have a soft meal again. A man can only eat so much before he starts longing for nectar. Some of the softer recruits had already started to lose their beards. Fresh smokes too, which is good because I'd started to look rather covetously at some of those lose beard strands. No push today. Don't know what the commander was thinking. Guess that's why I'm not in charge.

Juleventil 35, 457 YHRD

14th Armored Division showed up today. Just what we need, those damn gas sucking AI's showing up and commandeering our crude. Worst part is Jeckin came back. So much of him was blown apart, they just stuck him on one of those new walkers as the analog interface. I'd rather be dead. I know he doesn't really have eyes anymore, but I feel his lenses pleading with me to blow the rest of him to hell.

Juleventil 33, 457 YHRD

I take back everything I said about those soulless crude hogs. Most of the things. At just past second moon fall mechs hit our flank hard. I didn't even know that His Expunged Grace had that kind of fire power in this area. I think the commander is going to skin a couple radar techs when he gets back to the castle. If those damned black iron bastards hadn't been here, we'd probably already be processed and some damn spungie would be using all my lovely thoughts to wipe his brains off in the shitter. Was nice to stand in the sun today, and not worry about slugs or bombs. Had a smoke, couple hits of nectar, and spit on a few burning bodies. Tomorrow has it's work cut out for it.

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