Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 322==

It's all about to start.  Whatever that thing is, we're going to take it down.  We can see it towering over the city walls in the distance.  Its face is blurred out.  When I stare at it for too long, it's like I can hear an all consuming emptiness in my head that's threatening to pull me in.  The clerics and paladins have gotten together and held a discussion and some prayers and think that it's a “divine shell.”  Something that the god of undeath can be summoned into so he can manifest upon the world, something that deities apparently can't do here on their own.  Direct intervention.  No avatars, no mortals to work through, totally hands on.  The commander realizes how dangerous this is and we're the only force out here.  We're going forward with the attack and we are going to go to the bitter end.  We begin the siege within the hour.  Soon as we begin, I'm going to have the Hind, loaded with spell slingers, go over the wall and burn down the noble's district with everything they got, and then start attacking the shell while the ground forces try and penetrate the main gate.  Then we put an end to this nonsense.  While I write this, the mp3 golem is running around the camp playing “For Whom the Bell Tolls.”  It's not helping my mood.