Tales from the respawn room, Part One: "Heavy Weapons Guy".

Chapter two: "Obscure"

Excerpts from Misha's, AKA The Heavy Weapons Guy, diary.

Deer diery.

Today is 1 monts in Academy. Teecher teech diery good practice, so i practice. Soon wright good, reed good, talk good. Wright more week past.

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Diary.

English is hard. Dictionary wears fast, search correct spell. Old entry shameful. Russian sounds words, english no sounds words. Different words sound same, crazy crazy language. I no speak it if I no need to. Maybe no speak it if I need to, let fist speak.

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Diary.

Three months in Academy. I train hard. I train brain, fill with languages, with words. I train muscles. I learn box, father would be proud. I also fill brain here. Where to strike, when to strike. I learn weapon. Take apart and make whole, grease him, feed him bullets and aim him. Trainer ask to name gun, make bond, bond makes us strong, us strong make enemies dead. I name after father, Alexander. Alexander long, trainer complain. Sasha is short for Alexander, Sasha is name now.

English good enough now I go with other students, no more private teaching. Warned class fail or pass as one, Academy train professional teams no crazed, lone gunmen. I be ready.

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Diary.

I met other students today. I see them on food hall first day and all rest, I see them sneer and point finger to me. Today, I am made to sit with them, my new team. I take great joy to know half will die from training. I take more joy to know I get to kill other half. I take most joy to kill sneaky one, that post "shoot me" paper on back before I notice.

Class on history, on tactics. Later shooting range, learn many weapons. Many fail to lift Sasha, many fail to hit scarecrows. Little men, inside and out.

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The diary abruptly ends after roughly ten months of writing. The page after the final entry is blank except for a very detailed bird drawing with musical notes.