Editing Tiny Hammer (section)

=diary of a titan=
DAY 1:
the little elf guys have locked me in my room.
After my dog ate like, half their army they sent their vehicles after me and lemme tell you those things fucking hurt! I've lost track of daisy, i assume she's raising hell downstairs.

I try to get out every now and then, but then i see the blockade of tanks and...floaty vehicles outside my bedroom door and they just glare at me until i close the door.

DAY 2:
I heard knocking at my bedroom window, assumed it was the neighbor kids being the little shits they are.
I went to investigate to discover some of those marine guys! They all had sniper rifles and camo capes...i barely understood what they were saying, but i guess what was really important was the fact they had set up some weird pulley system, and needed my help bolting it into place above my window. Eventually i got them talking with an accent i could comprehend. For now they didn't want have time(or they themselves didn't know) to explain what was going on, all they did tell me was that they were going to lift most of their forces into my room for an ambush, along with some food for me so i wont starve... I'm pretty curious how their getting into my fridge.

DAY 3:
the first of what i now know are called the “imperial guard” have come up too my room. I had a chat with their leader Admiral Vann Stann or something like that...sounded dutch actually. He explained to me how the “xenos” outside were called eldar, and i was right in my assumption their a bunch of assholes. If i wasn't worried about my bedroom becoming a base of operations i would have asked some more important questions...but i was kind of pre-occupied chatting with the guardsmen who had some pretty great stories of war and conquest across the stars.

DAY 5:
Yesterday was kind of rough. The guys coming up informed me that my dog had... “ended up being covered in Eldar faggot makeup and made to look like some kind of abominable elf chihuahua hybrid”. In a fit of rage I burst out the door and started stomping on the eldar vehicles.
What I didn't notice was how sharp those fucking things were. So now the eldar are down maybe...6 tanks, and my foot is pretty messed up.

Today however, much better. The soldiers got onto my bookshelf and now im reading my copy of “war of the rats” out loud too them. I think they enjoy the well described violence and the sniper fights.

DAY 6:
the Admiral tells me that were going to begin the assault on the Eldar today, while the guard forces up here cause a major distraction, the space marines that had stayed downstairs are going to sneak up and flank the enemy. Apparently my role in this engagement will be “anti vehicle, your legs are better than an artillery bombardment!”