Day 17: I think I'm losing track of time. I declared war on the mailmen a week ago, but still didn't attack. Makes me feel like Total War AI. I'm scared. Meanwhile the first care packages from my allies are arriving. Mr T organized the entire supply chain and is visiting regularly. More people are joining the resistance every day, so we are in dire need of supplies. The privileged are still not bothering to help us, as they just play Rome II the whole day. We lost Slaterfist, when his brother took him in the ranks of the privileged, a sad day for resistance. My left prothesis is acting up, I think something is approaching...