Ohhhhhhh, this sucks so much that I'm pretty sure that a physical manifestation of it would be a tornado. What plagues me today you may ask? Well it's nothing more than my need for sustinence or at the very least, a filling. If I ever get home I shall never doubt rice ever again.

Ignoring the rumbling of my protesting stomach I heave myself up and get load-out A. Which consists of mah boomstick and my tiny pewing machine. Stuffing my pockets with shells and mags gives me a brief moment of relaxation for it gives me the comforting knowledge that I am not entirely screwed. With that I chamber a round and load up another, with a quick mantra of what I need to do I set of for the quest of food.

'Why must this happen to me? I have been a good boy, with the only exception of blowing a guy's arm off and killing two of his pals. Then later on I slapped a female of (most likely) great power all because of the pursuit of knowledge, then get into a tussle with an archer but SHE STARTED IT.' I ranted in my head as I sit on the grass while rain pours down from above.

'Okay, now is not the time for moping but rather a time of potential opportunities.' Getting up I look above me and notice a certain something that shall help me right now. It kinda looked like a roach of something but hey it's something. Watching that one guy eat a whole lot of things that will make any normal person gag, I remember the show saying that insects are good for surviving. Reaching above I snag the roach and tried not to think about it as I bite down on the squirming insect.

I am sorry taste buds but the situation has called for the emergency power supply. I shudder as I can still taste the poor thing,

reaching to the drops of water I cup my hands and take a quick gulp of water. The taste is mostly gone but it's there and it haunts don't think about it and focused on something else.

Looking around the trees and falling water nothing is out of the ordinary, looking at the bushes and tall (but slightly drooping) grass everything looks good. The falling water makes this comforting music as I look upon nature while I hide from under a tree. Got to say, I am content and I feel a weight lift off my shoulders as I relax. Although I still need some food, the roach taste still haunts my tounge.

Waking up was a fine experience, stretching the limbs and feeling your body energize itself for the day ahead was always nice. But that didn't happen for me, my awakening was accelerated because of screams and agony. Pulling myself together and trying to calm my heart down as I prepared for combat is not easy. Looking around I tried to determine where the sound came from but I was met with trees. Hearing another pained yell that I was pretty sure was from the left I kicked into high gear and legged it.

Running through trees and thicket I made sure I was combat ready along with the will to pull myself together. After what seemed like an eternity I find myself with a sight. It was a battle, bodies here and there along with fighters still moving about, some died stuck on the branches as I presumed from dying mid-air. People are still swinging at each other, and they are not going to stop anytime soon.

This will be a tough one, fight or flight. Then again I could try to stop the survivors from trying to slaughter each other. What better way than to make a target for both sides. With that I point into the air and fired.

That will be the end for this chapter.

The work belongs to Deep Sea Prisoner or funamusea or mogeko. (Whatever your preference is)

So that's all.

Christmas knows no prejudice.

Seriously, everybody has a holiday for the final month of the year. After being stuck on this war torn world for months my calendar said that it was December. ''Twas a surprise when I saw snow fall and blanket the area in white, nothing seriously cold but my only source of warmth comes from a torch.

So on this particular day that would be Christmas for me I decided, why not do a little thing as a remembrance? Packing stuff up and preparing for this occasion, I set upon my work. For a whole month I went around gathering shiny things, decorative things, and making a star for the top. Earlierer I found a tree alone in a big empty circle in the forest, and what a coincidence for it to be a pine tree. So I chose the tree for my masterpiece, although it is kinda big but hey I have a lot of decorations.

I don't know how long I have worked on the tree but when I saw the sun setting down as I was putting the star on the very top I knew I need to see this before I leave. Climbing down and making sure I didn't knock a decoration off I looked upon my decorated tree and made a decision. Spend a night here... yup, I even went and made a small clearing for myself and collected wood.

As I set the wood down and placed the rocks into a fire pit ring, I felt like I was being watched. Ignoring the feeling since I always feel like I am being watched, I took out my gun and started a fire. Now this particular gunshot echoed all the way to what seems like a mile away. Did I care? Nah, as I watched the fire and made sure it didn't die.

Went the sun disappeared and the darkness reigned, I looked upon my masterpiece of a tree and noticed how the stones seem to sparkle from the flickering fire. Breathing into the fire to give it some more life I looked at the tree again and this time it was really noticeable, the stones sparkle and the colors are vibrant.

My eyes have seen what a good amount of work can do and especially in the right properties. It was magnificent and I still have a lot of wood to use. This was going to be great and I can feel it in my bones.