haven't had a chance to sit down and write in this for a few weeks now. do i have some stories to tell.
where to start?
well, about an hour, maybe two hours after the last time i wrote in here, another ork push happened.
i'll try to recollect as much as i can, but to be honest the entire thing was just a big blur of green, red, chainswords and screaming. and maybe a little bit of hilarity.
"but jake" i hear you ask, "how can a brutal melee with orks be hilarious?"
have you seen how they fight?
they spend more time fighting themselves than they fight us.
there was a nob, it was going for the commissar, and it endud up getting punted to the side by one of those ork psykers, weird boyz i think they are called.
anyway, the oversized sack of warpshit started screaming at the nob, saying, and i quote "what you doin' ya stupid git!? doze ones make humies fight betta, what are ya, a panzie!?"
so yeah, an ork saved our commissar because he makes us fight better on threat of death.
stupid piece of shit.
the commissar having noticed the commotion preceded to blast both ork in their heads.
suffer not the xeno to live i guess.
i mean, the psycho with a fancy coat didn't survive the battle in the end, so i guess it was all for nought.
actually no.
one less enemy psyker.
one less commissar.
that's actually a pretty good tradeoff if i i'm being honest with you.
the battle ended as they usually do, with the orks being pushed back, and some dumbass ordering us to make chase.
i won't go into details, but i saw more than a few people end up with their innards on the wrong side of their ribcage.
while the ribcage was still intact.
i'm going to stop thinking about it. my head hurts.
i wonder what orks do when they aren't fighting?
probably looking for a fight knowing them.
anyway, enough of the greenskins and the general stupidity that happens when they are in the area.
i realize i haven't properly introduced myself yet.
right, where do i start?
well, my name is jake borealis.
i come from a backwater agri world that smells constantly of grox manure.
my family is decently well off.
i have 3 siblings.
2 of them are brothers who stayed home to help at the farm.
the other one is a sister.
literally.
as in those white haird chicks that have a fetish for flamers.
she's a good person. but she never shuts up about how amazing the emperor is and how she would love to see him in person.
i wouldn't be surprised if she has a pinup of him.
i just realised that if she were to read this diary, she would burn me at the stake.
that's a comforting thought.
infact i think thats her over there, may as well go see how she is, haven't seen her in a while.
i wonder when i'll next get a chance to write in this?
