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A game for one. Keep a journal of insects you've killed. Don't stop logging every death until you have stopped killing insects.
Date: 12/13/1786
Bug: A spider, small in length but dark in color. It was pretty, in a way.
Where: In the barracks, under the storage shelves.
Why: It kept making strange noises and made everyone else in the room uncomfortable.
What I was thinking: "I can't believe such a small creature caused all these issues…"
Date: 1/19/1786
Bug: A ladybug. Slightly orange but mostly red with the usual black spots.
Where: In the training field, we were practicing with the guns.
Why: A complete accident. I fired my gun and stepped back a little, crushing the ladybug under my boot.
What I was thinking: "I hit my shot! Oh. Poor ladybug."
Date: 2/15/1786
Bug: Grasshopper. Green.
Where: Forest.
Why: Fire, we cut down a tree, grasshopper accidental casualty.
What I was thinking: "God, I'm so cold. I hope this fire keeps us warm before we head into town."
Date: 2/17/1786
Bug: At least a dozen ants.
Where: Trenches.
Why: I had to squish them to prevent them from biting me as I crawled on the ground. I hope I don't have to do that again.
What I was thinking: "I hate this, I hate this, I hate this."
Date: 5/12/1786
Bug: A butterfly. It had beautiful orange wings and did nothing but flutter.
Where: Battlefield.
Why: It fluttered in front of my vision when I was trying to shoot. I had to kill it. I had to.
What I was thinking: "Stupid bug! Get out of my way! Kill or be killed."
Date: 12/1/1786
Bug:
Where: The forest.
Why: He was apart of the enemy. He wouldn't give us answers. He knew too much. It was my job to kill him. I made sure he didn't suffer.
What I was thinking: "This is for the best."
Date: 7/19/1787
Bug:
Where: The town.
Why: I had to poison them.
What I was thinking: Good job, soldier.
Date: 7/19/1787
Bug:
Where: The town.
Why: I had to poison them.
What I was thinking: Good job, soldier.
Date: 7/19/1787
Bug:
Where: The town.
Why: I had to poison them.
What I was thinking: Good job, soldier.
Date: 7/19/1787
Bug:
Where: The town.
Why: I had to poison them.
What I was thinking: Good job, soldier.
Date: 7/19/1787
Bug:
Where: The town.
Why: I had to poison them.
What I was thinking: Good job, soldier.
Date: 7/19/1787
Bug:
Where: The town.
Why: I had to poison them.
What I was thinking: Good job, soldier.
What I was thinking: Good job, soldier.
What I was thinking: Good job, soldier.
What I was thinking: Good job, soldier.
What I was thinking: Good job, soldier.
What I was thinking: Good job, soldier.
What I was thinking: Good job, soldier.
What I was thinking: Good job, soldier.
What I was thinking: Good job, soldier.
Good job, soldier.
Good job, soldier.
Good job, soldier.
Good job, soldier.
Date: 7/19/1801
Bug: A moth.
Where: The doctor's office.
Why: It was unfortunately bothering one of the patients and while I tried to get it out, I failed quite miserably and ended up squashing it instead. I silently mourned it for a minute or so.
What I was thinking: "Oh. Poor thing. It just wanted some light."