Lieutenant's Story- Entry One

Day One:

Dear Journal... I'm calling this the Urotious Project. The good Captain... would've wanted me too... *sigh* I've been trying to hide it forever... but my dreams... they're so... bad... Alright...

I'm doing this journal... so I will not go insane, but also so I can be... remembered... who knows how this will go. It's not easy, to be who I am, know what I know...

Let's start simple. My name is Lieutenant Nathaniel Powell, of the Royal Airforce. I served on the 'Tiltia' for a good long time. The 'Tiltia' was an Aerial Cargo Barge. We may have been military, but boy did we not show it. Cannons? Two, on either side, the old style ones. Bombs? We could take out a small land base or a port if we really wanted too, but we were no bomber or zepllin class ship. All we had was our ideas, our brains, and whatever guns were issued to us or what we brought from home. In many ways... we were the best soldiers in the force... more on that later.

So I, a simple Scottsman, made it my home. Doing drops, pickups, supply runs... seemed easy. The Tiltia was almost like a flying airbase from where I had been before. But when trouble came...

You see, the 'Tiltia' was not one ship, but more like three. We were shot down a total of three times. But, if you look at how many times we cut it close... you could almost say we were "sunk" a total of... forty seven? I've lost count. Our Captain... a man who's memory I want to keep sacred (so I will refur to him as the 'Good Ol' Captain"), he was a man to inspire by... He was smarter then anyone, and he knew how to fly... he knew how to fight... and when the time came he knew how to run.

He may not have survived our third and final crash, but that man would've lived forever if God didn't have it out for 'im. Ha-ha!

Anyways... that's enough of that for now... that faitful day... the 'Tiltia' crashed for the last time... and I lost everything... everything I had ever known...

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Now here I am, back at civilization. Heh... What a wreck. I'm a "Novelist" now... trying to outrun the past. But... but I can never outrun it. If it's not one thing it's another... and I see everything in everything... I'm in hell and yet I still breathe... I hate it... I hate me...

I've begun to hang in this lil' ol' tavern... good group o' souls, there. I... I don't fit in... but... but I like it here. Good people... and I owe them... I owe them all...

Day Two:

Today, I'll update you on the plan. I've had an epiphany... I can't outrun my fate forever... not forever...

So I'm designing a Landship. We're going... back...

So far it is a Scorpion design, anti aircraft guns all around to deal with the unpleasantries. Twistedmind and Preston, to bar patrons, suggested a great idea I am stoked about. Allowing the "claws" of the "scorion" to have a drilling mechanism... to make a burrowing landship. It's amazing!! And it'll change the world as we know it. The rest of the patrons laugh at the idea of landships in general (the majority of the patrons being either sky captains or sky pirates or another form of unpleasant company) but I'll show them...My ideas are a flowing.

Now I need a crew... and I'll be going back... that's enough for today.