Life of a Red Pikmin: Second Entry
Our numbers grow at an astounding rate! The seeds pour forth from the onion, until the ground beneath is covered with new leaves and the remaining seeds must be kept inside. Although the battles we face still fill me with fear, I would gladly face even the largest Ladybug knowing that I was contributing to this new future. The War God works tirelessly, sending us out from the onion at day break until nightfall. His motive are somewhat incomprehensible though. Entire flower fields have been ignored for the sake of these strange devices the War God leads us to. Clearly they are important to him, and are immediately incorporated into his vehicle once we carry it to the landing site. Perhaps they are instruments of power, the source of his divine might? There is much talk about it within the Onion at night, but we dare not question Him.
During our travels yesterday we came across a wall of stone. We assumed that we would merely find a new route, as such obstacles have shown to be impassible, however the War God insisted that we attempt to remove it. After a failed attempt to batter it to the ground the War God whistled for us to halt as quickly departed without us. We are always unnerved when he leaves us during the day; stranded so far from the Onion, we know it is certain death should he fail to return by sundown. The color drains from our faces with the fear of abandonment, but we dare not move for fear of incurring his divine wrath.
Thankfully the War God returned, and with him came three yellow Pikmin carrying death rocks. It is strange seeing the yellows in person; we have seen the yellow and blue Onions at the landing site, but the War God had yet to order them into the same group as us, and such intermingling of Pikmin never occurs in the wild. Yellows are scavenger, to slow and weak to fend for themselves, forced to rely on food pellets stolen from others. Many are angry that the War God welcomes them as well, but none are foolish enough to voice this anger.
The War God hurled the Yellows at the wall. Upon landing they placed the death rocks they carried and retreated to the safety of their Master. Clearly the brilliance of the War God is unrivaled; the wall crumbled under the raw destructive capabilities of the death rocks. Long live the War God!
Behind the wall was another of the strange devices. We returned it to the ship, the yellows uselessly running along side the War God, endlessly simpering. Fools. He is not deceived; he knows the reds are his true followers, the right arm of justice to spread his word across the land.