December 26, 3099: I am so pumped! Soon, I'll be a part o' the Protectorate! I'll also get a matter manipulator, the thing every Protectorate gets!

December 27, 3099: Earlier, I wet my whistle with an Oculemonade. Worst thing I EVER drank. I want my 2 bucks back...

December 28, 3099: I, out of curiosity, went to one of the areas containing the Lunar Crates. They were packed FULL of Erchium Fuel, along with a few Protector Broadswords. I opened one of the sword/fuel hybrid crates, and one o' my plasma sparks hit the fuel and blew the crate up, along with shattering the blade of the sword. I skedaddled before a guard could see what was happening.

December 29, 3099: A flyer for the 3000 Graduation was plastered to the window of one of the glass tunnels from the wind. I stepped onto the roof, and grabbed it, while some dude was telling me to get offa' the roof. He was trying to look like a cowboy, but failed miserably at it. I put that flyer in my locker, along with dustin' off my grad uniform.

December 30, 3099: I showed the flyer to the secretary, and she said for me to show it to the headmaster. I then showed it to the headmaster, and she told me that one of those things is rare. I carefully rolled the thing up and put it in my locker.

December 31, 3099: I found an old friend named Brass earlier, who came for my graduation! We are gonna have a sleepover tonight!

January 1, 3100: OH MY GOD! I had to run! Earth was destroyed, and I had to take my Matter Manipulator. That shattered sword was the only one left! I took a train-themed ship and flew for it!

January 2, 3100: I landed atop a peaceful-looking planet. My lil' pet Nebula escaped with me. I beamed down, and found a stranger who seemed to have had experience mining Core Fragments. I asked him what day it was, and it is the 2nd.

January 3, 3100: A creature is pinning me down, and half of my Brandishing is destroyed! This will be my last entry. And Kluex knows how many others escaped! Lets hope that Brass escaped alrig~