A/N: Alrighty! Here's the next update! Thanks for being so patient!
Captain MacMillan's diary (or journal)
September 3, 2010
10:30 a.m.
The wars of the office have raged on for 30 minutes now . Running low on coffee, donughnuts and bottled water. Paper balls (lol da ballz) are high in demand and low in supply. The Pricians are hammering our wooden table defenses as I write this entry. I pray that I'll make it to 11:30 a.m. At 0800 hours, we were hit with a barrage of paprer cannon fire. I lost three men today. As of this moment, I've devised a plan to push through their defenses and finally break them. I'm launching this plan. . . right after my coffee break.
Captain MacMillan's diary (or journal)
September 3, 2010
13:21 p.m.
I just returned from the battlefield. I'm wounded. I write this in my own blood. I was struck six times and got a nasty paper cut. I need Neosporin and a Band-Aid so I can avoid an infection.
Captain MacMillan's diary (or journal)
September 3, 2010
20:00 p.m.
I will return tomorrow as it is closing time, So far, we are losing but soon—very soon—I will rise because . . .
I AM LEGEND
AND
I AM NUMBER FOUR