September 3rd, 1812... A day that changed everything for me. I was sitting in the trenches having a chat with some fellow Russian comrades. We were talking about our loved ones who we hadn't seen in months, some even years... A strange sound was heard from the distance, a sound I will always remember. It was the sound of a mad man, gawking at the moon and swinging a dismembered arm of a Frenchman. I raised my musket and pointed it at the creature and yelled to it to stop what it was doing and surrender. The creature then sprinted towards us and got into the trench and started beating my friends to death with the arm... It kept yelling "Blob! Blob! Fear the Blob!" I then knew that this poor sod had been stricken with "Blobmania", a dreaded disease that makes you basically become a crazed blood thirsty zombie... I knew I couldn't stop him so I ran as fast as I could to the other side of the trench yelling for help, but all I found was dead bodies everywhere... Could it be possible that there was more than one Blob maniac here? I needed to hide, I ran to the weapons stash that we had set up the previous morning, I moved some crates around and basically concealed myself and stayed there for the night... Hearing the faint screams of dieing comrades in the distance, and the blood curdling war cry of the Blob maniacs...
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The diary was found covered in blood next to a mangled corpse, the corpse of Stubbchanko.
