Day 1 - It begins anew. Another one spotted out on the perimiter. A new base, a new siege, it never fails to happen. I want to take a moment to tell my family that I love them very much. I fire up the two lone sentry guns remaining and await further orders from base...if they still exist.
Day 2 - More arrive, probably hearing the death screams of the first few shredded apart by the sentry guns. I found some industrial adhesive out back - anything to stop them. If this doesn't work I'll have to resort to the roofing tar.
Day 4 - They're starting to become quite a mob now.
Day 7 - And stacking up. No, seriously, I don't have to worry about the side there anymore because they've choked it with their dead bodies. At least I don't have to watch that side anymore.
Dat 12 - Awesome idea! Flamethrower.
Day 13 - Problem...burned dead clones. Now I get to try to move those so I can get back out and get supplies.
Day 14 - 1 was burn still nside n burn hands. Hunt n pek suks.
Day 16 - Found some new gloves...not so painful to write now. I can eat again.
Day 18 - Victory! I finished the maze of towers! Now it will take them longer to get to me.
Day 19 - In my celebration my hand holding the wine bottle went over the fence and a gatling gun activated upon it as if it was a helmet. I am now typing with one hand. I am so stupid sometimes. Saving my flask of whiskey tomorrow.
Day 20 - The blast from a missile hit me last night as I was drinking. Two teeth lost and I dropped my whiskey, Damn turret tracked on it and now I'm walking with a crutch.
Day 25 - Tesla turret ate my mobile phonograph.
Day 30 - I no longer care about my lost phonograph, as I am no deaf from the blasts. I have the worst song stuck in my head now. Why did I put that on there?
Day 32 - I thought moving piles of dead clones would have been an improvement, but now they're beginning to rot.
Day 34 - I guess I have no choice but to start burning the bodies. Took out some of the pyro tower's fuel...hope it's worth it...remebering to keep my hands
hand out of it this time.
Day 35 - Regretting yesterday as I stupidly didn't check wind direction first. Contempltating new bald look once the burns heal.
Day 36 - I have taken refuge in the basement, hoping that the clones don't think about a Z-axis in a 2D game!
Day 37 - The stomping...keeps going on...
Day 38 - He is here, in my dreams, always marching onward at a beat that keeps going on day or night. That grin...that soul-sucking grin...it's everywhere...
Day...I don't care anymore...can't sleep...clones will eat me...