Journal entry "The Scourge" from Enshrouded: The waters have receded and our ships are no longer worth the rivets that hold them together. I remember the days when I could fish for hours with fat…
Cruel Waters
The waters have receded and our ships are no longer worth the rivets that hold them together. I remember the days when I could fish for hours with father. How we bonded, how we laughed. The world was plentiful and kept us alive. Now we will surely tear one another to shreds.
When will this wasteland cease its cruelty against us?
