Master Chief's log 1/23/117:
I got into a fight today with this kid (someone who doesn't look stupid) named Sephiroth Jr. or something like that. The weird thing is that his hair was long and gray and he was only 7. I mean this kid looked like he was a cross between a surfer and a 117 year old.
It went like this:
We started talking about how superior we were and then this really weird opera music came on from out of nowhere. Then, I said "is that your song, 'cus it sucks." So I hit him in the face as he pulled this really long sword out of bumblefart nowhereville. Then, he "accidentally" stabbed Kellen as she walked even slower than usual, in front of him. As they tried to heal her, Sephiroth Jr. said, "Those stabbed by my blade don't get back up." At that very moment, she died. Oh well sarcasm again . Sepiroth Jr. was taken and sent on a "mission" to the firing range. He hasn't come back yet. Two retards gone 117 to go.
Journal of… HADO-KEN!
OHMYGODIMONFIRE!
Master Chief's log 1/24/117at 100a.m.
116 left to go. Tom just randomly caught on fire again and now he's dead.
The next morning:
I just found out that my smartness is at a tie with Chief Mendenez…oh never mind he just shot himself. 115 left
I just figured out that the amount of morons left here is the same number of days until my weapons training with much smarter people… at least, I hope their smart.
The next day:
Today was the best day yet there is this kid who is willing to learn and be a smart kid. He can only learn from me though because I'm the only smart one here. Sometimes I wish I could be the one that teaches everyone, and then maybe there might be an effective fighting force.
Well this kid, Sam, is turning out to be somewhat of a pyrotechnic. He's always coming up with a new way of making fireworks. His latest was shooting a Zippo with an exploding bullet. Thank Chuck Norris he's smart enough not to set himself on fire.
I have to be going to dinner now it's M.R.E. style cold cut sandwiches (a cracker that dries out your mouth, dehydrated mustard, and extremely salty ham. To wash it all down there is powdered milk. Now I just have to find some water.
Sam's log 1/25/117:
(Smegal voice) Sam like fire. My precious burns and Sam like.
John's log 1/25/117:
Sam's starting to creep me out worse than the instructors do. He calls bombs, matches, and lighters "My preciouses". The good thing is that when he's not around fire he is smarter than me, finally. I'm starting to like this kid.
John's log 1/28/117:
Today was my birthday. It sucked. We all got "a gift" from the funders of the operation. They gave us these injections that make us stronger, quicker (Kellen needed that), and smarter. That last one hasn't worked on everyone yet. Only some of us survived becoming smarter, thank Chuck Norris! We've been divided into three teams of five. I'm stuck with Kellen's much slower twin Ellen, Sam, and, thank Chuck Norris, two smart, strong and fast kids (Paul and, a born camper, Loise.) We make up the red five.
Master Chief's log 3/21/117:
We have suffered a most non-triumphant, but excellent loss. You see we were training with live ammo and Ellen trudged…uhh in my line of fire…yeah that's what happened, and died.
Just to let you know there is something screwy with the year but I'm 18 now.
So, how did you like it? There are more funny movie lines and characters coming in the next chapter. Please send your reviews. I am hoping someone knew why it was Tom who got set on fire.
Peace.