My entry is titled, "I know why I am here." (the music is what I listened to while I wrote this and sort of set the mood). A gust of wind kicks up the sand around my visor, temporarily impeding my view, but there isn’t enough sand in the barren wilderness to erase the images of what lies here now. A seemingly magnificent city, surely teeming with life and energy, now reduced to a concrete jungle, once again reclaimed by nature. These sand-covered ruins are now a mass grave, and I treat it with respect. I have always silently mourned for those lost by whatever took their lives. We never knew each other, we never will, but still I mourn the loss of an innocent life. Seeing the decay of the buildings, the streets over-run by nature, the decimated ancient vehicles, and the broken, cracked bones revealed by the blowing winds remind me what we’re here for. Why we are still here. I know why. Some are here to uncover knowledge to be gained from the ancient, buried city. Some are here to discover lost treasures from the old world; diamonds, gold, weapons, and even armor all hidden from sight deep within the buried ruins, the buried graves. I know why I am here. I am here to avenge the lost lives of those before us. We have different reasons, but we are here. There are no titles here. No Hunters. No Warlocks. No Titans. We are simply brothers in arms. We see the enemies scurry in the ruins. We see the rubble fall behind their footsteps in the great decaying buildings. We have seen their footsteps left in the sand. We know they are here, and we are glad. A Fallen sniper’s bullet pierces the air along with the sand in the wind. I am here to avenge. We know why we are here, but do they? The battle begins, and I am ready. We are ready.