My name is Major Thomas and I'm in charge of the 10th army of the gamers. Our offensive had been crazy successful against the furries. Had is the key word. We left the Ardennes forest unoccupied because it was "naturally impenetrable". What fools we were. The furries ended up encircling us there at rapid speeds. We dont expect to live much longer. We have been cut off from our fellow gamers. Everyday our circle of safety is closing as the furries close in. Food is running low. We might as well surrender now. We shall not. There is a city east of here. I have a plan. We shall march east to the city and dig in. Our plan is to hold out under siege. There should be food in the city. There is no telling how long we shall be in the city but it is our only choice. In the encirclement we were flanked during one of our operations. The result was the slaughter of half of my men. We are demoralized. I pray for my life and my nation. We shall march at the crack of dawn.
