Journal Day 1

We’ve spent 4 days inside the tank behind their lines. Nothing is happening and hellhound smells like farts dirty feet and promethium.

Until the scout found us. He was carrying orders from the HQ on the front. The mech’s are pounding them to bits and they want us to wreck artiliery batteries nearby. It was a pleasure to hear the engine roll again…

We are moving out in 5.

Journal Day 1

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