I am truly thankful for our latest construction project, a (modern) rail track connecting our outpost to the Island. No more marches through the icy sharp wind, or taunting Death with a ride on the rail system set years ago by the Redstonians. Travel between the two camps would be vastly improved, and hopefully much more construction would get done. New orders trickled down the chain of command that seemed to imply that this area would eventually become a new city in our empire, once we had cleared out the Redstonians of course.

As the lead engineer, I was given orders to setup a small farm. Why me? Any water froze almost immediately from the cold, and I had to figure out a way to stop it from freezing in order to irrigate crops.
I fear that I will have to break it to the agricultural officer that we will have to lease land from the Lazulians, where it is warmer and the soil is more fertile. Perhaps our many scientists will make a way to keep the water here warm and safe, after their latest project.

The Redstonians have been making guerrilla attacks onto the Island. Luckily we’ve had guards posted to take them out quickly

Everyone was bitter about everything. The attack, the rebuild, morale, our officers. I guess that was the Redstonians’ goal. The damage was small, once we finally looked at it, yet the rebuild took the rest of yesterday and all of today. Mistakes were constantly made, when they shouldn’t have been. Frustrations ran high, with everyone. I yelled at a private for an hour for misplacing a piece of stone. I don’t feel bad, though. I’m just as angry as everyone else.

The only unifying factor keeping some semblance of sanity in our group was the will for a renewed attack. Intel seemed to suggest that the failure of this attack put the Redstonians into turmoil. Our superior technology kept us safe. As it always will. Our scientists, though far away from here, are constantly developing newer and better ways to not only defend, but to attack. I can only hope that something new will punch a new hole in the Redstonian defenses.

I’m afraid it has finally happened. The Redstonians discovered our primary base of operations, and have launched a counterattack. A small battalion of three heavy bombers was spotted early in the morning. AA guns were quickly mounted, but it was too late. Bombs were beginning to be dropped. However, we have the best AA gunners in the world, and the planes were quickly shot down. There was some damage though, both physically and mentally. One hanger was badly damaged, along with two or three AA guns and a cannon. The guard tower was hit, but only marginally. Additionally, the factory was also hit badly, but is still functioning.

The larger damage was to our morale. While everyone was constantly exhausted, we still were a proud people. We thought ourselves invincible. Untouchable. But we were wrong. As weak as the Redstonians looked, they still had some fight in them. It was up to our scientists to come up with the ultimate weapon, a bomb harnessing the power of the atom!

Hey Guys, figured I’d do these every so often to talk about things about the story/my Minecraft setup/other. Here’s some basic info about me! ^_^

MC Name: Mahimahi42
Occupation: Student/Web Designer/Boss
Mods Used:

• Planes
• WWII Guns
• Single Player Commands
• WorldEdit
• Portal Gun
• zombe’s modpack (for flying)

Right now I’m suffering a bit of writer’s block ‘-_- BUT I hope to be back to writing by tomorrow! I’m going to enable my ask box so if you have any questions, let ‘em rip!

It seems someone found a massive store of lapis lazuli. Strangely though, the news hadn’t gotten out. Lapis Lazuli is highly valued across the land. The Lazulians even took their name from it, and it is said that their skin is blue from their ancestors consuming it, trying to gain some sort of elemental power. It’s worth more than even redstone. Sadly, though, instead of sneaking it out to us soldiers, the idiot that found it told the sergeant. What happened next, frankly, is stupid in my eyes.

While everyone else had been sent to work on different sections, no one (to my knowledge) actually was near the main outpost on the Island. We were all called to it, and our jaws fell in astonishment. A tower, unlike any we’d ever seen, had been built. The new command center, they called it, and a symbol of our eternal power. Our ‘guaranteed’ victory in this region. I’m so disgusted that I just left to sleep. Nothing is guaranteed, especially in a war.

Capturing the Island (as we called it) was good for strategy and morale. It gave us access to another ice-free port, as well as vast stores of raw materials. I’m sure our miners are pleased to have more work to do.

The biggest gain from this invasion was solidarity on our position. Even if our original outpost is destroyed (Notch forbid), the Island is much more defendable, especially with our advanced AA technology. I’m afraid I must go now, the post on the Island needs more repairing. I’ll write when I can.

I could say today is a good day, but really, it’s like all the rest. It seems that the guard tower I destroyed was the only early warning system for the Redstonians on the island, and I took out the guardsmen with one of the shots. It was simply trivial to invade at that point. A small airstrip was constructed (the new V8 engines allowed for much faster takeoffs), as well as a hanger for a single Messerschmitt. Loaded full of bombs and bullets, it took off on what must have been the most important bombing run of our part in the war. They were completely taken by surprise. AA batteries, as few as they were, were destroyed one by one as the Messerschmitt rained terror from the skies. The outpost hadn’t a chance.

A supply devision was sent out to repair partly damaged buildings for our own use and to salvage the rest for scrap. Two AA guns hadn’t been destroyed as thought, and were retrofitted for our shells. Even the guard tower I had damaged was repair, and the viewing platform expanded. We quickly made the island our own.

Everyone was busy for these days, there was always something to do. The few times I was allowed back to our outpost it seemed like it was an abandoned camp, if it weren’t for the penal laborers keeping every fire available lit, and the planes well oiled. A small storm rolled into the area, but that was enough to chill everything that had managed to stay warm to the deepest core. I bundled up as best I could, though it was a futile effort. I can only pray for the Redstonians that escaped the attack, freezing slowly in the cold snow. May Notch have mercy on us.

I was no sooner exiting the minecart, battered and bruised, when I received another assignment in my punishment. I would be sent to the even more frigid north, alone of course, in order to prepare the area for the construction of another airstrip. Recon wasn’t very good in that area, so I was at least authorized to construct cannons in order to eliminate any resistance to our authority. It would be hard work, hauling stones into the careful shape of a cannon, sprinkling the redstone, loading the TNT. I had hoped for better, yet bowed anyway to show some inkling of respect.

An even more precarious minecart track had been lain to and from the location, presumably in my absence. I sighed, and boarded another minecart, and was sent off. I closed my eyes, and tried to sleep…

Several hours later the sun hadn’t long before it would begin to set, so I worked quickly. The only thing I could make out in the frigid frost was a lone guard tower that looked just as deprecated as I did. I wasted no time in constructing another cannon to make it unusable.

I’m sure my superior officers would have been impressed at my construction. Several tests shots showed that if I played with the repeater timing, I could actually adjust the distance the TNT flew! Needless to say, the tower was completely unusable. I’m afraid I simply cannot write anymore today, my fingers are numb to the bon….