Exactly what it says on the tin. Am I doing the red reploid justice in my portrayal? Can I do better? I welcome all constructive criticism or even acknowledgement of what I AM doing right.

Hit me.

Zero here. The wilderness is white and empty again, for the fourth day in a row ( Read more... )

Captain Target, Captain Locket, Captain Kiba ( Read more... )

The wilderness looks like it's some sort of gallery this time around, though I can only understand bits and pieces of what's written everywhere. But it's very well-decorated and very well-maintained; I would guess it's some sort of memorial, if the statues are any indication, though they spared no expense in putting the place together ( Read more... )

[Periodically, when writing- with almost startling immediacy- other writers chime in with... color commentary.]

This is Zero, with another wilderness report. What it is, where it is, and why you should be scared stupid, tonight at ten. It's not that dangerous, though there are some giant spiders you'll need to look out for, so make sure you can ( Read more... )

Thankfully, the wilderness is safe once again. It's also the great outdoors, if that's the sort of thing you like. A big, isolated mountain valley with hills and fields, and if you go too far in one direction you end up right where you began. It's a little like the hot springs from a while back, except it's much bigger, there are a lot less trees, ( Read more... )

This is Zero, writing from the wilderness. I'm pleased to report that, again, it's safe to visit- though, again, it's crowded and busy ( Read more... )

[This page is, understandably, damp.]This is Zero. Just thought all of you in the wilderness should know the status of things up here ( Read more... )

We've got a new wilderness just in time for evacuation. I'm thankful to say that this one's actually quite hospitable- those of you working in carting down supplies need not worry about the whole 'animal' thing any longer ( Read more... )

[A few indentations are made as though he was trying to press something and having difficulty doing so. After a few minutes of this, the following appears to be -ironed- into the journal, about six inches high and almost perfectly two-dimensional.]


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