Lost my last com during a raid, so I guess I’ll have to start fresh. Fucking tin can bastards.

We’ve been in Death Valley for the last week, owing to Bossman’s last wishes. Guess he grew up around here, back before the war. (I don’t even want to guess at how old that made him.) He told me once the whole thing was one of the driest places on the planet at one time, but I think he was just being a smartass.

09.1D: We returned Bossman’s body to his family at Badwater, I guess they run the desalinization plant. I met his granddaughter, my senior by five or six years. Whatever faith the old man had, I want to convert! We’ll be resting up for a day here while we cremate the old man’s body and figure out who’s in charge.

0B.30: Steve Donkeyface, the second in command, just walked in from God knows where we last saw him falling to his death, that durable sunnuvabitch. This does save us the trouble of picking a new commander, but leaves us with the problem of respecting a man who calls himself “Donkeyface.”