MONTH 3: HOLLOW POINTS
August 1st, 1970
16:03 PM
Food supplies are running low. That's a first. Genji and I are going to make a run to the nearest town that ain't Casbylon, in hopes that we might obtain some food, maybe a couple weapons or ammunition for the weapons we already have. I'm wielding my 1911 and Genji is going to rifle-whip people with his M4. Wish us luck, and hope Lilly doesn't eat everyone while we're gone. I'm bringing my journal with me, just incase something goes terribly awry.
August 2, 1970
05:32 AM
Genji and I have been riding on this f*cking train for hours and hours. I don't know what the hell is taking it so long, and why the hell Casbylon is in the middle of nowhere, and those are questions I soon wish to find out. So far, the train ride has been decent. Genji lost his train ticket, sadly, but he snuck in and jumped on at the last minute. What a sneaky little fox.
07:48 AM
THE TRAIN BLEW UP. THE TRAIN BLEW UP. IMPROVISED EXPLOSIVES ON THE TRAIN TRACKS. THE TRAIN WAS DERAILED. THE CONDUCTOR WAS KILLED. THE PASSENGERS WERE GUNNED DOWN. WE'RE BEING SHOT AT BY VIET CONG. GENJI IS OUT OF AMMO. PLAY DEAD. PLAY DEAD. THE COMMUNIST DOGS WON'T FIND US WHEN WE PLAY DEAD.
07:57 AM
Hot damn. They tried to finish us off. Coup de grace us. We were playing dead, and the strategy was going along well until they started shooting every dead body in the dead, for extra verification that they were indeed deader than dead. Genji and I grabbed them and dashed them against the sharp edge of the train wall. The hole that had been blown in it made the edges of the wall razor-sharp. We used their own weapons against them and gunned down the rest, putting down the rest of the survivors that the Viet Cong forgot to take out. Poor fools. They were normal, innocent people. Just like I was at some point in my past. Oh well. That's what war does to you. At least Genji and I have weapons now. Three AK47s and lots of ammo & miscellaneous explosives. Now we're talking, baby. Also, it's strange to note this, but the insurgents that attacked us were the same type of
Undisclosed Time
My watch ran out of batteries. Genji and I are stuck in the wilderness of Northern Vietnam, and currently we're walking along the train tracks, praying to god by name that we'll hit a train station soon enough. AH-1s are buzzing past us from above. I hope they don't see us and start gunning us down. Let's just hope that Genji and I can make it through without getting any of our limbs lobbed off.
August Somethingsomething, 1970
Undisclosed Time
Hours of walking and Genji and I haven't hit civilization in a while. We crossed a couple bridges and, so far, we've seen no trains come by since the bombing of the train we were on. Genji is hungry and cold, and he told me that he'd rather not be stranded in the lonely forests of Vietnam with anyone else. I agree with him completely.
August Ehhh, 1970
03:49 AM
We've hit a helicopter wreckage. UH-1 to be exact. Was carrying some armed troops, Genji and I managed to salvage more ammunition for our M4, and I replaced my watch with one I got off a dead soldier. Glad I wasn't one of these poor suckers. They were sadly informed that war is hell in probably the most direct way possible. At least we're several less men away from having Casbylon discovered by the greater of two evils.
07:54 AM
Genji and I have been walking along the tracks 'till the crack of dawn. We see smoke in the distance, we're going to head towards it to see what the hell's going on back there. Our weapons are armed and we're prepared for anything. Bring it on, Vietnam. Throw your worst at me. It'll only make the campaign more exciting.
12:32 PM
Scrawled on a small wooden sign was the name "Valisse". God knows what they did to this lost village, but whatever happened, it wasn't pleasent. At all. Valisse seemed to be one of those weird anthro-colonies similar to Casbylon, but with a completely different lineup and a completely different mayor. The town's buildings were crumbling and corpses were rotting away. They weren't shot. They were torched. Burned. Their arsenal of weapons wasn't as abundant as I had anticipated it to be. A M60, two fragmentation grenades, and that's pretty much all we salvaged. Examining the look of the bodies, this place was torn down by its own viet cong militia, as the insignias on the insurgents' armbands matched the flag of the town.
We checked out the exploded remains of the town hall. Apparently, the mayor was gunned down right in his seat. His corpse was still in the desk chair, bullet holes riddled his body. I'm no forensics officer, but determined by the amount of shrapnel in this guy's body, these have had to been hollow points, at least. The blood is still wet and stained on the walls, and by the size of the shell casings on the ground, he probably got shot down by someone with an AK in their hands.
As Genji and I were counting up the casuaties, we found one person. He looked like an orange dog. His name was Biskit, according to his dog tags, and he was a member of the Valisse insurgency. Turns out, he merely had a concussion. He was seemingly the only survivor of whatever hell God had rained down in this village of the damned. Genji and I kicked him around a bit before he woke up, explained the whole thing to us, and begged for mercy. He was shot in the leg by his peers and was left for death. We helped him escape death's cold embrace and bandaged him up, asking him if he wanted to join us and live in Casbylon, to which he obliged.