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Some thoughtful person stood this log upright so I photographed it against the backdrop of Stac Pollaidh, Cul Beag, and the 2 mountains I don't know the name of.
Split starting to show. The moisture from the centre of the log shown coming out where the wedge has entered.
Three and a half Log Wagons which have been brought across from where they were stored on the former Pivot Super Phosphate Line in North Shore.
My first log cabin block. I'm thinking this one will be made into a zippy pouch a la In Color Order.
I followed this great tutorial on the Chasing Cottons blog.
After Dan hit the hay, we decided to make the best of it and stack as much stuff on him as we could find.
Audio Log #2.
Date: December 16, 2034
Time: 3:15 p.m.
Name: Jared Clemons
Codename: Therion
I ventured into the city this morning. I needed supplies, needed food. But more importantly, I needed to kill.
I came upon a trio of Urags. One of them was huge, about a head taller than the average grunt. They stood around a fire pit, warming themselves. It seemed such a human moment, yet I knew these to be the same monsters who slew my brother. Different faces, but they're all the same to me. They're all monsters. And I'm the beast to slay the monsters.
I fired two rounds into the big one's head, cut it down to size. The other two gaped at their fallen brethren. I cut another down, then blew the other's arm off. I let it's grunts of pain sing out for a few moments before I slit its throat.
The beast sated, I returned to my hideout. My thirst quenched, I'll continue my trek through this desolate wasteland, surviving, hiding, killing, exacting my vengeance. For now, I let the day end, and rest.