Diary Entry No. 3

I am dead meat. I still have no idea how to work a lightsaber and, I only need a ship to beat someone. I read Artemis Fowl which means I have learned a lot about ships. I hear Danie's got free food. LUCKY! I woner if I'll find a snowcone stand on May 4. May the Fourth and Frost be with you! XD. Um, have I kept my earrings? If so, they're the only things I have a chance of winning with currently. I hope I don't meet anyone.

– RP 

Sorry for the late update! I had a busy day.

DAY 3

As St.Owl picked up the mike again, she couldn't help but notice the strange way her AEs were acting – though they always acted strangely. "Um, guys? What's going on?"

Feather shuddered. "Why don't you ask Dev?"

She did so, but all he could do was grin and jump up and down. "Well, I guess we should proceed as normal . . . who runs into each other today?"

St. snatched the dice from Dev, clattering them against the countertop. All four of them leaned over, staring into the Maze to see how it played out. St.Owl snatched the microphone up as an afterthought. "As you can see, Danie and Grey have come across each other today. Danie's been a very lucky girl in this Maze so far – or perhaps it's skill that has assisted her? In any case, I'm certain we're all wondering whether this streak will continue, or if the underdog will come up and seize the day."

"Carpe diem!" Feather interrupted.

"Wrong seize the day," St.Owl said, putting her microphone to the side so she could watch the battle play out. Danie had been doing pretty well, but that came at a price; she was probably terribly tired. It showed, too, as Grey almost got her OUT multiple times. The whole audience seemed to be waiting with bated breath as the two battled it out, until –

St.Owl snatched up the mike. "Clever girl! Danie's putting her unlimited supply of food to good use. Looks like Grey's getting assulted by a variety of melons – oof, a pineapple to the face, that's gotta hurt. While he's suffering from this onslaught, Danie's sneaking up behind, and – yes, that's clearly going to send Grey OUT of this game. Good job getting through three days, though!"

She smiled, putting the mike down. "So, guess all we have left to do today is the distribution of items, right?"

"No," Cú Chulainn sighed, crossing her arms. "Pardon me while I seek refuge in a corner."

Feather was already hiding under the table.

"Okay, what did I forget?" sighed St.Owl.

"MY VERY SPECIAL DUTIES!" shouted Dev, leaping onto the counter. St. got a strange sense of deja vu. "IT'S TIME FOR DEV'S DISASTERS!"

"Mind if I join you under the table?" St.Owl whispered to Feather, slipping into safety.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! MAY I DIRECT YOUR EYES TOWARDS NEBULA AND THE BOOKSY BAKER? THE TWO OF 'EM ARE TRAVELEN' IN THE SAME DIRECTION – AND RIGHT TOWARDS DISASTER NUMBER ONE!"

Everyone bent over in their seats to look into the field.

"THAT'S RIGHT – THEY'RE GOING STRAIGHT TOWARDS ONE OF THE GREEDIEST SPECIES IN THE GALAXY, A HUTT! THESE NO-GOODERS ARE PRETTY QUICK TO SEND YOU RIGHT INTO THE MOUTH OF A RANCOR, SO THEY'D BETTER BE CAREFUL.

"NEBULA! WEREN'T YOU LISTENING? I SAID BE CAREFUL!" Dev wasn't even trying to contain his giggles as Nebula stepped on the Hutt's hidden trapdoor and fell to the exit. "THAT'S IT FOR NEBULA! SHE'S OUT OF THE GAME!"

The Booksy Baker, cleverly, sprinted away as soon as they saw Nebula fall.

St.Owl and Feather crawled out from under the table as Dev started rolling his dice again.

"Firstly, congratulations Random Person!" said Feather into the mike. "For your incessant contribution and your clever remarks in your diary entry for Day 2, you get THREE EXTRA ENTRIES in the randomizer! This highly increases your likeliness to be selected for a weapon."

"OKAY, OKAY, WHATEVER," Dev interrupted, shaking the dice around in his hands. "THE FIRST PERSON ISN'T EVEN RANDOM. IT'S THE BOOKSY BAKER! . . . LUCKY DUCK. GETS IN EVERYTHING BUT DOESN'T GET HURT."

"The Booksy Baker is running from the Hutt when they look down to see – a Force concentrator! Now they have not one but two weapons up their sleeve . . . or, may I say, hanging from their belt."

"AND NUMBER TWO IS RANDOM PERSON," Dev sighed. "SHE CHEATED."
"Random Person, for your comment, you automatically get a starship as your weapon," said Cú Chulainn. "The starship grants you one more input in the randomizer in a confrontation, and also grants you one free run-away-from-Dev's-disasters! Wish I had one of those on a daily basis . . . "

"Well, it's time for today's summary!" said St.Owl, grabbing the mike before things could escalate. "First, Danie and Grey ran into each other. Danie continued her streak by successfully getting Grey OUT of the game. Meanwhile, The Booksy Baker and Nebula came across a Hutt, which swiftly sent Nebula OUT of the Maze. While running away, the Booksy Baker came across a Force concentrator. Meanwhile, Random Person got a reward for her comments in her entry, which paid off – she got a starship for her trouble!

"Let's take a look at the remaining students."

2- Somebody (Force concentrator)

4- Danie (unlimited food, Always Turn Right)

5- Booksy Owly

9- Doublock (Force concentrator, 1 use)

10- Niccolai

13- Diovald (blaster)

14- Random Person (starship)

15- Mirax

16- The Booksy Baker (hurley, Force concentrator)

"That's it! I'll see you tomorrow for Day Four."

Diary Entry, Day 3: Stay calm. Remember my training. Use the force. I have to remain alert. Keeping aware of my situation is the most important thing at this point. I haven't encountered anyone so far, but who knows what's lurking behind the next corner. I've got to sense everything. I've never been the most focused of persons, but maybe I can be better. You know "get attuned to my surroundings" "become one with the force". All that jizz. Speaking of Jizz, if I ever get outa here, I'm treating myself to tickets to that Modal Nodes concert at the Cantina on Tattoine. Good music, disgusting food, wretched hive of scum and villainy. You know. My kinda place. People there know how to use blasters. Lightsabers are great, don't get me wrong, but they aren't exactly long-range weapons. You know what they say. "Hokey religons and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster." Even if this particular hokey religon is completely and utterly real. Ah, the ramblings of a sleep deprived almost Jedi. Good times.     

Diary Entry No. 4

YAY! I have a starship! That means I don't have to use my lightsaber, right? Not likely. Bootsraps on! I'm going for a ride!

– RP 

I'm sorry for the late update! Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you!

DAY 4

"THIS IS BORING. CAN'T SOMEBODY WIN ALREADY?" moaned Dev, flopping over the counter as he stared at the remaining students.

"No," said St.Owl firmly, switching on her mike. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Day 4 of the CB Jedi Academy Training Finals! We've got only a few people left, and this obviously shows their impressive use of the skills they've learned here at the Academy. I can't wait to see what the fencing match is today – certainly it will be a fascinating one!"

She snatched the dice out of Dev's limp hand and examined the results of her roll. "We've got the opposite sides of our list facing off today! If you all will direct your eyes towards the Maze -"

The four announcers stared with all the rest as Somebody and The Booksy Baker skidded to a halt in front of each other. "This will be a fascinating fight. These two were both in the first Lightsaber Fencing Tournament, and they each have some pretties up their sleeve. The question is, whose will be victorious?"

Somebody unleashed her lightsaber and, in one swift move, cut The Booksy Baker's hurley in half. "Now it really is evenly matched," said St.Owl. "They've each got only a Force concentrator left."

The two seemed to read each other's minds, lifting themselves into the air simultaniously. As Somebody noticed this, she pulled her concentration of the Force onto herself, letting The Booksy Baker fall. Right before they hit the ground, Cú Chulainn smashed a button that instantly transported them to the end of the Maze. "Well, looks like The Booksy Baker is OUT of the game!"

"IT'S TIME FOR THE DISTRIBUTION OF WEAPONS," said Dev dryly. "Roll, roll, roll. Nine. Fun. WAIT – NINE?! NO!"

As he pounded the table, screeching about revenge for Volcano, Cú Chulainn picked up the mike again. "Doublock is wandering down the maze, worrying a bit about how eerily quiet it seems to be. There's a sudden whistling above his head and he jumps back just in time – he was about to be beaned by a dictionary!"

Feather grinned guiltily, quickly moving away from the Weapons Transporter Tube. "Sorry."

Dev rolled his dice again, muttering something about Somebody, but it landed on 13 instead. "RATS!"

"Diovald twirled his blaster around in his hands, keeping his eye out for anything else that might come his way. Suddenly, there's a loud rush of air. He steps back as a starship lands in front of him. Congrats!"

"That's all for today, folks!" St.Owl said. "To recap: Somebody and The Booksy Baker met up today, with the latter being sent OUT. Meanwhile, Doublock and Diovald recieved weapons today. Let's take a look at the updated list!"

2- Somebody (Force concentrator, 1 use)

4- Danie (unlimited food, Always Turn Right)

5- Booksy Owly

9- Doublock (Force concentrator, 1 use; dictionary)

10- Niccolai

13- Diovald (blaster, starship)

14- Random Person (starship)

15- Mirax

"That's it! I'll see you all tomorrow for Day 4."