I have survived through years and years of torture. The grandmas' are attacking my beloved town. I have no choice but to protect my family, and fight off the grandmas with the help of my fellow soldiers.
This is a very difficult time. Cookie production is dwindling, and my family is very ill.
What you are reading right now, will be my last journal entry. Before let me explain my other entries.
What you saw before this, was a cry for help.
During my attempts to get more info on the grandmas, I was sucked into their spaceship. For over a month I was tortured and brainwashed, only being able to write down simple sentences in a repeated manner.
I am back in my lovely hometown, ready to fight the Grandmas. I hope the best for my family.
P.S: The King is very proud of me. He says I am his best soldier.