*Blood Spatters the pages making some of the writing illegable* The VIII Legion.. Once a glorious army that lead hundreds across the vast Outlands in never ending War agaisnt the Combine.. Now weak at the battle of Cryth.
Augest, 4, 2016
Cryth, A valley in the Outlands, A force of 1000 Legionnaires marched here, We were strong then, The Combine didt have much control over Earth then, the war was very recent, much resistance remained.. We marched in the scarred burning furnace desert.. We say somthing on the horizon we used out binocs and saw.. Thousands of Combine.. A massive convoy which happened to stray into out forces; Nearly all of us died that day.. Blown apart.. Crushed by striders.. Mangled beyond any recognition. *A part of the page is burned, so that most of it is unreadable..*
*The date is illegable*
I Saved Ms. Allison 'Tiger' Hart's life today; for hours she lie in a coma.. Then the coward Yuri Sergig attempts to take his own life.. I hang my head in shame; Why did I save his life which he does deserve? Why does no resistance member attempt to make unity and continue to butcher eachother? Some questions may never be answered....
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