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Prologue: (scroll down)
Part 1.1
Part 1.2
Part 1.2 (revised) + Part 1.3
Part 1.3.1 + Part 2.1
Part 3.1
Part 3.2
Part 4.1
Part 4.2 New!
Prologue
Day N
After about three weeks without seeing even one other human, I have decided to keep this journal.
Based on the inclination of the sun and the length of the day, I'm somewhere in the temperate zone. The only constellation I can certainly identify is Orion, but I see it in the night sky, so I'm in the northern hemisphere. The moon looks the same. It is not crimson.
Based on the temperature and the growth of the plants around me, it's late spring. I have been surviving on wild plants--berries and edible grasses--and on hunted game.
This world is a wilderness. There are no cities, or towns, or villages. Even after three weeks of wandering, I have seen no other humans, despite looking for them everywhere.
There are ruins. Ancient cracked roadways in straight lines. The rigidly square shape of building foundations. The use of concrete, the traces of asphalt, the buried fragments of rebar, no matter how rusted: based on these signs, the technology level of civilization was definitely at least the 20th century.
But there are no people.
There are no signs of war, either. At least, I haven't found even one molecule of chemical weapons, and I haven't detected any high amounts radiation.
But there are certainly no people.
What happened to the Earth?
Day N + 9
This forest is huge. I do not mean that the forest as a whole is many kilometers wide. It is not exceptional in that sense.
No, the trees are individually massive. They have the same height as those redwoods in America. No matter what time of day it is, the sun cannot be seen through the canopy. They are definitely not normal, this place belongs in a fairy tale.
Day N + 21
I encountered a monster today.
It... was definitely a phantom existence. It was too light to be physically real. Not that it was shiny or glowed; it simply lacked mass inside its volume. Its physical reality denies common sense.
It was humanoid, about two meters tall. A grinning manchild. The hands and feet are disproportionate; the limbs are about the right length. They cannot (will not?) talk.
It picked me up, and was going to stuff me in its mouth, so I cut myself free by slashing up its hands, and then I cut its Achilles tendons when I landed. But, even as I dashed around to kill it, its flesh... boiled, and in that heat, it regenerated its wounds. With a great scowl on its face, it clambered back onto its feet to attack me again.
Therefore, other swords were necessary.
Even without its regeneration, it did not bleed to death. It doesn't possess anything that functions like vital organs in the places a human would have them.
After decapitation it burned away. The only remains was the charred ground.
Giant.... There are doubts in my mind, it is not certain, but I can completely imagine one explanation.
Day N + 23
I found some wild onions. I definitely missed that flavor after this month.
Day N + 34
Today I was attacked by a group of five of these monsters. The range in height was surprising. The shortest was barely even twice my height, and I estimate the tallest was fifteen meters.
They lack intelligence. They have poor instincts. They are fast, but only because they are large. Their strength isn't surprising and they have poor agility. They don't coordinate, they just swarm.
Killing them is annoying. They are too tall. They heal unless they are decapitated.
If they are decapitated too high on the neck, they regrow their heads. If they are decapitated too low, their heads try to grow new bodies.
From now on, I'd rather drill out their necks with arrows.
Day N + 39
A building!
Sized for humans. Made of plank construction, carved with steel hand tools. One-and-a-half stories tall. Abandoned for decades and weathered.
Not as old as those ancient ruins. But built with less technology. There are many things that could mean. I cannot decide what is correct yet.
Day N + 41
Over a dozen. The largest group yet. Using that as an arrow so many times is just too exhausting when I do not know how many more are waiting.
Even though I thought it was not what I needed even when I tracked it down, that mattock is definitely useful; smash their legs out from under them, and run along their backs to plunge it into the base of their skull and lever out the top of their spine. The mess is not great. The chance of falling is high. But, if I prepare my body I can handle it, and anyway it only requires one weapon for each battle, compared to a more exhausting weapon for each giant.
Day N + 53
I saw a sliver of white on the horizon. When I looked closer... a wall dozens of meters tall. With humans walking around on top, among their cannons.
There are no doubts.
There cannot be any questions.
That is definitely the place I must go.
end, Prologue
1) You might have already guessed, but this is a crossover.
2) The conceit is pretty straightforward: "During the 5th War, a wish was successfully made. Master and Servant? Kotomine and Gilgamesh."
3) The prologue is the only bit I plan to have in this diary format. After this... 3rd person. The diarist is Shirou, and he alluded to quite a bit of magecraft.
Prologue: (scroll down)
Part 1.1
Part 1.2
Part 1.2 (revised) + Part 1.3
Part 1.3.1 + Part 2.1
Part 3.1
Part 3.2
Part 4.1
Part 4.2 New!
Prologue
Day N
After about three weeks without seeing even one other human, I have decided to keep this journal.
Based on the inclination of the sun and the length of the day, I'm somewhere in the temperate zone. The only constellation I can certainly identify is Orion, but I see it in the night sky, so I'm in the northern hemisphere. The moon looks the same. It is not crimson.
Based on the temperature and the growth of the plants around me, it's late spring. I have been surviving on wild plants--berries and edible grasses--and on hunted game.
This world is a wilderness. There are no cities, or towns, or villages. Even after three weeks of wandering, I have seen no other humans, despite looking for them everywhere.
There are ruins. Ancient cracked roadways in straight lines. The rigidly square shape of building foundations. The use of concrete, the traces of asphalt, the buried fragments of rebar, no matter how rusted: based on these signs, the technology level of civilization was definitely at least the 20th century.
But there are no people.
There are no signs of war, either. At least, I haven't found even one molecule of chemical weapons, and I haven't detected any high amounts radiation.
But there are certainly no people.
What happened to the Earth?
Day N + 9
This forest is huge. I do not mean that the forest as a whole is many kilometers wide. It is not exceptional in that sense.
No, the trees are individually massive. They have the same height as those redwoods in America. No matter what time of day it is, the sun cannot be seen through the canopy. They are definitely not normal, this place belongs in a fairy tale.
Day N + 21
I encountered a monster today.
It... was definitely a phantom existence. It was too light to be physically real. Not that it was shiny or glowed; it simply lacked mass inside its volume. Its physical reality denies common sense.
It was humanoid, about two meters tall. A grinning manchild. The hands and feet are disproportionate; the limbs are about the right length. They cannot (will not?) talk.
It picked me up, and was going to stuff me in its mouth, so I cut myself free by slashing up its hands, and then I cut its Achilles tendons when I landed. But, even as I dashed around to kill it, its flesh... boiled, and in that heat, it regenerated its wounds. With a great scowl on its face, it clambered back onto its feet to attack me again.
Therefore, other swords were necessary.
Even without its regeneration, it did not bleed to death. It doesn't possess anything that functions like vital organs in the places a human would have them.
After decapitation it burned away. The only remains was the charred ground.
Giant.... There are doubts in my mind, it is not certain, but I can completely imagine one explanation.
Day N + 23
I found some wild onions. I definitely missed that flavor after this month.
Day N + 34
Today I was attacked by a group of five of these monsters. The range in height was surprising. The shortest was barely even twice my height, and I estimate the tallest was fifteen meters.
They lack intelligence. They have poor instincts. They are fast, but only because they are large. Their strength isn't surprising and they have poor agility. They don't coordinate, they just swarm.
Killing them is annoying. They are too tall. They heal unless they are decapitated.
If they are decapitated too high on the neck, they regrow their heads. If they are decapitated too low, their heads try to grow new bodies.
From now on, I'd rather drill out their necks with arrows.
Day N + 39
A building!
Sized for humans. Made of plank construction, carved with steel hand tools. One-and-a-half stories tall. Abandoned for decades and weathered.
Not as old as those ancient ruins. But built with less technology. There are many things that could mean. I cannot decide what is correct yet.
Day N + 41
Over a dozen. The largest group yet. Using that as an arrow so many times is just too exhausting when I do not know how many more are waiting.
Even though I thought it was not what I needed even when I tracked it down, that mattock is definitely useful; smash their legs out from under them, and run along their backs to plunge it into the base of their skull and lever out the top of their spine. The mess is not great. The chance of falling is high. But, if I prepare my body I can handle it, and anyway it only requires one weapon for each battle, compared to a more exhausting weapon for each giant.
Day N + 53
I saw a sliver of white on the horizon. When I looked closer... a wall dozens of meters tall. With humans walking around on top, among their cannons.
There are no doubts.
There cannot be any questions.
That is definitely the place I must go.
end, Prologue
1) You might have already guessed, but this is a crossover.
2) The conceit is pretty straightforward: "During the 5th War, a wish was successfully made. Master and Servant? Kotomine and Gilgamesh."
3) The prologue is the only bit I plan to have in this diary format. After this... 3rd person. The diarist is Shirou, and he alluded to quite a bit of magecraft.
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