September 16, 2526
It's night, we have been stuck in a canyon for about six months, and ran out of food and water three ago, and I'm not sure why we havn't just asked base to send us more food. Now since we havn't asked we are reduced to drinking only the blood of our enemies, and occasionaly a strawberry Yoohoo. We have gotten tired of the blue team's newest member, a braindead morron who just yesterday, during a conversation about the ironic conclusion we came to, commented that he thought it would be ironic if we were all made of iron, can u feel my pitty. So now I'm going to go to the only place I feel safe, dreaming about my parents, which for some reason, makes me feel really, really mad.
Oh crap i forgot my name, Caboose get off my leg!!