Log Day 1

  Welcome to Colossus Industries. I will be your log assistant for today. This year, 2235. marks the nearing end of the Greatest War. We, the Remnants of America, are glad to include you in our team. Your vocation onwards is to keep the building under lockdown. Make sure to decimate each Starman out there.

  You might have heard of the rumors, huh? Reading this script is kinda… ugh… In all seriousness though. Y’know those giants you see on the news? Starmen. Those are called Starmen. They’re from a savage country out there the government doesn’t like telling us about.

  Ah, right. If there are any rumors told by any outsider from the company, it is a mere failed desire for them to make a quick buck. Tell us anyone who has such information to damage this company, and they will be legally and civilly silenced.

  Anywho. That’s it for today. Enjoy your job!

  Log Day 2

  Haha! I knew you’d survive, man! Congratulations! You have survived the Starmen! What? Aw, you can’t be THAT mad at me! You didn’t know what you were signing up for? Well… least you killed A LOT of those bastards, huh? Heheh… Forgive me for my uh… language. Anywhat, those Starmen out there… That one flying one? I heard you didn’t get it. Dang… Try better next time. Heard that one is their lieutenant or something… The thing is, they have suspicions that this facility we’re guarding holds bio weapons, but stupid as they are, we are very, very clean. No one except you are in there. And also a few scientists handling the subjects.

  Now, there are indeed rumors that we have been using people for the said experimentations, but President Doughnut Trumpet and the company denies ANY involvement with the case. Do you understand? Okay… Just make sure to shoot any of those bastards down, alright?

  Log Day 3

  Yo. Waddup, bro? Yeah… You survived yesterday! Great! Oh dear… You lost your arm… Ah… There is a first aid kit right beside you. Damn. Forgot about that in the orientation. Ah…

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  Complaint? Oh hohoho… Good luck. Then again, I’m obliged to uh… help you and stuff. If not they’ll kill me. Kidding!

  *click click…*

  I’M JOKING!!! SHIT!!! SERIOUSLY!!! GET OFF ME, MAN!!!

  *muffled*

  Yes, sir… Yes, I’m SORRY!!! I want TO LIVE, sir… Please… Forgive your majesty, sir…

  *muffled*

  Okay… Okay…

  Hey… Listen, measly guard. Kindly do as we say. Or you wil become this example.

  OH, OH GOD!!! SIR… SIR, PLEASE!!! AAAAAA-!!!

  *static*

  Log Day 4

  Did you enjoy the crucified pile of flesh before you? Perfect. Now you understand that this is what the Starmen would want us turn us into. They want us to be primal… Like your former assistant turned into fresh meat.

  His flesh will suffice as your rations for the day. Good luck.

  Day 5:

  Get out. Did you not get the memorandum? GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!!! Shit…

  *BANG BANG BANG…*

  The Saint King is here! He brought his other lieutenants! His so-called ‘God’ told him this place is empty! RUN!!!

  *SPLAT!!!*

  *wheeze! Wheeze! Wheezed breathing…*

  The sun… never sets… in the American Imperium…

  *CRUNCH… SPLAT…*

  *laughing... warbling...*

  *silence...*

  *jets*

  *several thuds...*

  Is anyone there? Hello? Shit’s broken, dude… Tangina… Saint King wants us to blow the place up… Op… He’s here, guys…

  IS THE PLACE EMPTY!?!?

  YES, SIR!!!

  OUTTA THE WAY!!!

  Sir, yes, sir…

  *warbling…*

  *jets warbling*

  *unspeakable sounds*

  *BOOM*

  *static*