It’s been a really long time guys, I completely forgot about stonehearth for awhile but I’m back and realized I had a writing place I’ve learned some stuff in English class so, here is a story. I decided to continue the fallout diary
I haven’t entered an entry in awhile I’ve been too busy with the well, town if you can call it that anymore. My town used to have 50 feet of farming land and a few houses made out of brick, with pretty nice conditions. My house was a larger one the basement was also the base of operations for our small defense unit. A few days after the brotherhood encounter in my last entry they all came men in power armor glinting off the sun, gattling down what defenses we had, killing a few farmers as well. There general called up to me “Come on out, rat or well force you out!” I had to think quick so what I did was snuck down to the basement and got a few grenades, say 5. The basement was empty just a few tables and chairs with a few guns and some ammo. I went upstairs and heard them yelling “You have 1 minute to surrender before we blow you to hell” I threw a grenade out the window, then another, and another until they were all gone. A few were smoke some explosive and 1 flash, I ran upstairs to gather my belongings and got the hell out I had ran quite a distance when I heard a boom, and I saw pieces of concrete and metal beams flying “Gods…” I stood there in awe. They were blowing up everything I worked so hard to create and I was angry.
(To Be Continued)
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