Lt Klondike's personal record. Star date: 8 hours since I greased that traitorous zombie Capt Armstrong. Orders from the TEF Silhouette, the flagship of the 3:16th, are as follows: Find location zero for the zombie infestation, and neutralize it. 10-4! We approach Planet Goya with all due haste, and dispatch...

  The Wake-O-Matic 3000 does not make for a great wake-up call, as hard as that is to believe. Things are never smooth when we drop out of hard sleep fast. The klaxons are blaring, I can't make heads or tails of it. Trooper keep puking on my shoes. This...

Dr. Drake is telling me that the standard issue combat drugs we've been using are carcinogenic. I'm not sure what that means, but from his tone, I think it's bad. My laser-like powers of intuition are confirmed, when he tells me to distribute a new batch of combat drugs to...

Another glorious day in the Corp! Another glorious day making it happen for the TEF! And today, well, today is about babysitting. A movie crew has been assigned to our unit, and we need to show them how much fun it is to kill bugs. It's not that hard, really,...

Walking down to the Armory, to collect our spiffy new guns. Some commotion is happening in the galley, and I send Trooper Harp in to ask what the fuss is all about. Major Cookie, the cook, is ranting about Brigadeer Whitherspoon's dinner menu. He wants critters from planetside to impress...