As I sit here in my tent, I realise how out of my depth my abilities really are compared to everyone else here. Uncle Ben is mighty powerful, in some ways, he had the red-blooded rage I, as an American should have. Justin Case is very charismatic, as a lawyer should. Selene can command creatures, and Funny, well, she can possess creatures and heal.

I need to be able to do something different to them. I have to.

And so here I am, reflecting on the foods I ate back in America, and I realise, General Admission once told me I could make consumables if I feel like powers aren't my style. Perhaps he knew I would go this path. 

McDanny's

Danny Skittles

An American energy drink.

Yes. I must be the provider of these goods. I will monopolise the consumable market within this island! And no one (apart from General Admission, maybe) can stop me!

I never once considered working within a group, whether that be in my early years, in the courtroom or any other of my endeavours. I always thought that if a task is deemed impossible to handle alone, then it simply isn't worth the effort. However, I'm reconsidering this stance. Admittingly, I could not do any of this without my compatriots.

Uncle Ben with his fists of fury and the quick draw of a Wild Western Gunslinger. Danny Plentitude with his heaps of wealth, persuasive tone, bright mind and unique character. Selene Hollow with the eye(s) of a hawk (sometimes literally) and her useful nimbleness. Then, Funny G. Harvester, with a knack for all things within the animal kingdom and brilliant healing prowess. 

We all make quite the team. Through them and our work together, could my wishes for great fame and wealth finally come true? Could everything I've worked so hard towards in my life finally come into fruition? I sincerely hope so. And If I have to be friends with them and form bonds through these contracts then I will. Usually, I'd say that with reluctance. But, perhaps my view on that matter is beginning to shift...

After finishing a rather splendid breakfast, one that Shaggy Rogers and his esteemed dog themselves would be jealous of, we picked up a contract and headed into the jungle. Our task was simple, clear out the Flagless hooligans that were mithering in the business of Dinosaur eggs and looked to capture them, to put them into a, 'pit'. I don't know what this pit is, but I'm not a huge fan of pits, I often struggle to get out of them. Anyway, we arrived and got straight to work. Danny and I let loose our silver tongues (his might be golden due to his huge amount of wealth, I'm yet to investigate this theory) and convinced the mischievous miscreants that we were hired by their group to get the eggs and secure the Dinos. It took some convincing, I admit, and perhaps had to repeat my words several times. But, we managed just fine. Now, I had the genius idea of gathering them all into a singular building, blocking the doors and lighting it on fire. However, the group highly disapproved of this idea. I chose to listen to them. What can I say? I guess I'm just a great team player.

Anyway, I managed to steal one of their radios, climbing onto Uncle Ben's shoulder (Who, by the way, now had it in his head he was some great plantation owner or something, I'm not sure) and listen in on their conversations. Sometimes my genius is just simply frightening. We learned that they were growing suspicious, so I informed my fellow patriots (and the American) and we chose to lure them in and kill them all together. After silently offing those in the huts one-by-one, soon arrived Antony. I did what any upstanding warrior would do and hid in the Porta-loo to ambush them. I was well hidden, until Funny (Who was injured at this point) barged in and hid behind me. I continued my efforts to ambush either way, and opened fire on Antony. Biggest mistake of my life, because the bullet he sent right back to me almost killed me. Right into my leg. I patched it up whilst the other valiant heroic allies of mine finished the job of killing the scallywags. Funny then did something that I admired immensely. She started rubbing her hands and a wet paper towel on my wound, using more of her magical mumbo-jumbo. It healed me good! That single act alone shifted my entire view on this woman. It was a selfless act that you don't often see in the cutthroat politics of the courtroom! It almost makes me want to commit a selfless act of my own....Almost.

Anyway, we headed towards the Dinos and their eggs, Danny incredibly distracted them with his sandwiches, and headed into their secret waterfall hideout. That got cleared rather quickly, but Selene got hit in her eye. I've seen some pretty gruesome stuff, but that tops it. Eugh.  Whack an eyepatch over that wound and it should be fine. Anyway, we hacked into their laptop, discovered they were led by some brigand of a very serious title and headed back to camp.

Overall, it was a successful contract completed!