"A Day In The Life Of An SCV Pilot"

If it's not fix this or fix that, It's build that or gather those minerals or vaspene gas from that geysers. Oh, and don't forget your defenseless, and an easy target for Zerg chow! You know it is not easy being an SCV pilot. That damn commander is going to be the death of me. He never leaves me alone. He is always poking me here and they’re....THIS SCV IS STARTING TO FEEL LIKE A TIN CAN! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!! ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!......

"Hey! Hey buddy! What is with all the screaming and yelling? Are you ok?"
"Huh...what?......computer pause log entry, someone’s trying to talk to me."
"What?"
"What is with all the screaming and yelling? I hope your not going to crack and douse your self with nepalm, and burn your self to death like Charlie did."
"No, I’m not going crazy, so what do you want? I'm working here. I need to fill my quota for vaspene gas mining for the day."
"Did you hear that the commander is dead?"
"What? Did you say the commander is dead? Dead as in frog jumping into an alligator's mouth dead?"
"Yes I said dead. As in gone, no more poking."
"How?"
"Went on patrol this morning, and was ambushed by hoards of Zerg. No one survived. Well that's it, don't want to keep you from your work."

"Computer resume log." I can't believe that the commander is actually dead! A bunch of Zerg ambushed the poor sucker, and he became ground beef. What luck, this day is getting better! I can finally relax now. I can finally @#$%ing relax, no more poking anymore, but another fellow SCV pilot, named of Charlie couldn't handle the pressure. He took some nepalm from the fire bat squad, doused himself and lit the match. It was sad, but at least the guy in the fire bat squad had a kick watching.

Those Zerg are some stranger critters. Their never ending, none stop, they kinda remind me of that ancient fake sci-fi movie called...hmmm......what's that name again; it has to do with marines and lots of BUGS. Oh well, It'll come back to me sooner of later. This planet is full of them, but at least we can leave soon. The battle ship can leave at anytime now, and I, for once will be glad to get of this mud ball of a planet. I don't know how long I am going to last. I might just end up the way the other poor SCV pilot did. Oh, I shouldn't forget those odd Protoss, those eyes, and those mouths.....wait a second, Protoss don't have mouths. It's just very strange how they talk with out a mouth. It gives me goose bumps, and the Protoss make the war even worse, since their out there to blast all the Zerg and the planet their on to micro dust. Including anyone else that is also on that planet. Oh well, that's if for now...Oh look, we got another commander, I hope he's not a @#$% head as the last commander?......Wait, what is he...He's poking ME...NO NOT AGAIN! WHAT IS WITH COMMANDERS...? ARGGHHHHHHHHHHHH. (The SCV pilot charges the new commander, an with his SCV runs over him, and welds the new commander to death!)

The SVC pilot was put in the brig for 1 week, and then released. He has never been the same again. All commanders are warned to stay away from this SCV pilot!!!

"A Log Of A Fire Bat"

One thing I don't like is someone who doesn’t appreciate fire, and I am not talking about a small flame. I am talking about a raging inferno. Ah, the wonders of fire. There is nothing better in this universe then propane and napalm, expressly smelling it in the morning. Everyone else thinks the smell of burning Zerg is vulgar and disgusting, but we of the elite fire bat squad think differently about that. Out here on this bare planet, the smell of burning Zerg is second to an evening of BBQ. This Marine didn’t think so. He kept on looking at us as if we were strange. I really don't know why, were perfectly normal, everyone around us is strange. Last time I saw that marine. He finally got caned on the can! What an undignified way to go, he could at least die in flames. I mean if we should all go one day. We should all go in a nice inferno.
Our former commander also bit the dust. Ambushed by hordes of Zerg during a patrol. Everyone never did like him. He kept poking everyone. Some times for good reason in the HEAT of battle, and most of the time he would poke us for no freaking reason. That marine fella I mentioned. He was always conspiring to do something nasty to the commander, and it was not just him, but the whole battalion wanted to see the commander a smoking crater, so one day I mention to them. If the commander had to go, douse him with napalm and light a match. It was that simple, but no! They looked at me in a really strange way that is impossible to describe.
Now we have a new commander, and he is just like our former commander. I don't know where these commanders come from, and the endless poking. It can even drive a Protoss mad. Well all I need is some propane and my trusted flamethrower. What a man could ask for, other then those HOT women medics. That reminds me, why are all the medics all women? Oh well, I don't really care, they can give me a physical anytime....umm, (*smiles*).
........Is it me or did some one light a flame in here because it is sure getting hot.

"The Thoughts Of A Lone Zergling"

Translated from a Zergling:
Arghhhhgggggggahhhhaaaaaaaa!
Follow the will of the overmind.
Grahahahazzzzzzzzaaahhhh!
Kill all the terrians.
ghhhaghgggggg!
Kill the Ceriget that's poking me.
Aghrahhgaaaa.......SPLAT!!!

The End, (Got run over by 2 terrians, who thought It was some poor guys dog!)

Log ends due to unfortunet death of marine.

Was killed while doing his business on the jon.