Red
The world is much brighter than I thought. The one who plucked me from the ground looked at me curiously. I started to wander around and he started to write on a pad. My nearby onion pulled out of the ground and started to rise. I followed my master everywhere, except when I could not see him. I have learned that his name is Olimar, and that he comes from a distant planet. He started harvesting our pellets, and I joyfully joined in. As he watched with amazement, I carried the pellet to the onion. Olimar came and plucked the other two Pikmin sprouted, and they joined me in following him. He started throwing us, and when he missed a pellet, or a gate, we could not find him again. He had to come find us before we could start bringing pellets again. The end of the day came, and all 100 of us red Pikmin piled into the onion. Olimar lifted up in his starship and we followed suit, by now we could not part with our master. I, being the only surviving Pikmin of the years before, was the only one who knew tales of the legendary yellow and blue Pikmin. I wonder if Olimar will find them soon. I now close this journal.
Rouge
The original red Pikmin