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A Farmers Tale
i7ivinedead
Day 1: Damn crops.... I walk outside this morning and half of the wheat crop was burned to nothin' b ut ash. I swear, this farming gig might pay the rent, but its not worth it.... My wife told me that writing in this 'ere "diary" would help dose my anger, well honey, it aint help helpin'. Day 2: Well, I swept up most of the ashes, i hear it makes good fertilizer, we'll see 'bout that. Theres some funny lookin' clouds forming up to the west, im hopin' They'll bring rain. By Aiegis we need it. Me an' my wife woke up in the middle of the night, theres some mighty thunder in the distance, but i t ain't rainin'. Day 3: My lord! theres smoke in the distance, and a dark shadow is inching its way towards our homestead... Theres too many of them! I've baracaded My wife and I in the basement, and im fighting them off with my axe, I barely have time to write.... Day 4: We survived the night, barely. They're still some of them outside, we don' have much rations to last us a few days. The air smells of rotted flesh, and it feels...Evil, like somthing dark is above us. What is that? Oh god! More of them! I told my wife to run as fast as she can, to try to find shelter Im still here at the homestead, i got hit by one of ther' fireballs, and im badly burned. I hear one of them coming down the steps....OH MY GOD, ITS HIM I DI...... (( The story ends ))