Week One

Day 831, 20:47 • Published in USA USA • by Necros Xiaoban

Day 1:

I have enlisted in the United States Training Corps, and after a long wait, was placed with a unit, the 121st platoon.
I don't know why I did this. Its probably a big mistake. But hey, I STAND READY TO KILL REDCOATS!!!! What could be better than that? I mean, if we're gonna conquer the whole world, why not start with the English speaking countries? At least they'll make useful slaves.
I'm in a cold, grey room right now. The light is very bright in here, and I can't find a switch. I haven't heard from anyone in hours...




I'm still sitting in here, still nothings happened.. I think I'm gonna take a nap. Hopefully no one catches me.


Day 2:

I woke up to find a manila folder and a book sitting on the table. I guess they know I was sleeping.
The book is some sort of guide to life in the Training Corps, and the folder is full of paperwork and tests and stuff. I'm nearly done reading the handbook, I'll probably get started soon.



I finished the book and did all my paperwork. I tried banging on the door, but no one answered. Guess I just have to wait.

Day 3:

Woke up again, paperwork was gone, but they did leave me some food. Or at least, I think its food. It doesn't taste like much of anything, but man am I hungry. I just wish there was someone to talk to. I think I'll read the handbook again.

Day 6:

DEAR GOD, IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE?!?! LET ME OUT!! LET ME OUT!! LET ME OU-

Day 7:

Soo... hungry... Soo... lonely...

Day 8:



Oh God, oh God. They let me out of that room. Thank the Light. I was losing it there.
I guess I passed all of my tests, they're transferring me to the 3rd Division Reserves. But if they put me in a room like that again, I am OUT OF HERE.