15th September, year 836395.
The bicentennials are still out there, out to get us. They got Billy Traver,
not exactly a huge loss but I'm worried they'll get me next.
They're getting stronger. Pa says we have nothing to fear, that as long as I've got him and he's got me, we'll be fine. But... Ma, what if they get Pa? I can't lose him. I
think know I'll crumble if I do. He's sat behind me right now, trying to smoke a salmon over a steam vent. We never eat properly cooked food now, Ma, you'd be so ashamed. But we can't. Because the smoke from a fire attracts the bicentennials, and we aren't ready to die. I'm sorry, but we're just not ready to join you yet.
I hope we survive. I hope you're proud of us for surviving this long.
So, this is my entry for the Stockpocalypse contest, along with a little diary entry from Tammy Shaw for a bit of a story.
Some of the brushes and fonts I've used may have come from people on dA, but I found them on another website and the rules say that's allowed. The background was taken from Fotolia's gallery and is the Rust Wall 19264527 ([link]