Hello again. For those of you who were so kind to read and e-mail me about Sergeant Pt. 1, I hope that this sequel will sate your palate for more…
So far, the jungles have proved easy to handle and maneuver. The troops are going through with minimal trouble, with some odd Piranha Plants. I doubt that anyone suspects what I have done, but more paranoia about Peach's whereabouts is still aflame.
One soldier was caught with a pink rag in his pocket, and he was severely beaten until they figured out that it was a tissue. Even now, I can feel uncertainty and building hate and propaganda like electricity out of an open cord.
My own head is thick with questions. What's happening to Peach's manner? When I had captured her, she was already depressed, but she had been slowly getting more and more belligerent. And Boswer.. why had he let on about Mario's racket at all? My secret world inside the castle was slowly decaying with filthy secrets pervading my mind, and time was beginning to tell on me.
And it finally showed, when we sat down for dinner inside the lower rank of the castle, while the rest of the troops laid out near set fires coupled with wood we kept in the emergency supplies. Boswer, Kammy, and I sat at one of the better tables put up for this occasion. A few minutes earlier, I had cried a little to relieve some stress, and I had hoped no one would notice, but Kammy could tell easily. But I only saw it in her eyes. Her mouth was busy planning out to avoid another direct attack.
"…and if you allow me to say, Boswer, this base would be able to dodge all attacks by creating a leaning system, which installs rails on the left and right sides which can shift the castle lower into the atmosphere…" and so on. I haven't really pegged Kammy down yet. Surely she notices the steady downfall of the morale here. Anyone who couldn't tell something was wrong yet was just foolish. Suddenly, a scream echoed over the trees, and I could hear battle erupting in the jungle.
When we got on the ground, we saw over 100 troops trying to kill each other, and the rest sat there, scared out of there minds at what they were seeing. Over 15 women were in the path of land in front of us, and all of them were dressed, and looked, exactly like Peach. Other Peaches came out of the forest until the area was full of them.
I looked over at Boswer, and terror stretched wide across my face. A stern demeanor went across his brow, and he reached down to pick up a brass knuckle belonging to one of the soldiers. He could tell that they were all fake, and he intended to make them pay. I watched him single-handedly slaughter every single Peach that was standing. We were told to go back onto the ship and await further orders. I couldn't believe it. My plan had not worked.