Well. I may have gotten a little too eager with my flame war, and now the whole moon is on fire, and I may have burned a neat little skull face into it, too.

On the whole moon.

Probably visible from Earth.

Woops.

Yeah, that's my bad. It's magical fire, too, so it's probably not going out anytime soon.

Spent yesterday getting my spacesuit retrofitted. Turns out they were saving and building up the magical fire constantly burning on my skull. They've channeled it into a sweet flamethrower, and set me up as their secret weapon of the day.

Turns out the creatures I'm fighting are fire demons, and the only way to fight fire is with more fire. Don't worry, it all makes sense, it's magic. Magic is what magic does.

Well, since we are still setting our lunar base, I decided to pose dramatically. 

They are still making me wear the helmet. Both inside and outside the base.

I don't understand it. Do we even breath? Do we really need air?

There was not much to report for a couple of days, due to traveling in the loneliness of space, as we made our way to the moon to fight moon monsters. Our travel agency is the Department of Ossified Travelers, aka DOOT. It was a sort of rush call, and we may have left our headless "friend" behind, still trying to play "Find the Skull" and bumping into walls.
We will set up base here, and prep ourselves for further engagements.

I wonder if my skull will flame here.

It's magic, so it ought to, right?

Otherwise all the air would've gone from the cabin, and air pressure still reads normal.

I always heard it's dangerous to have fire in an enclosed space. Maybe that's why they had me wear a helmet this whole trip?

Whatever. I, CharSkull, will show these space spooks what fire can really​ do!

Today was an extremely slow day. We battled the boredom by playing Find The Skull. We used Mr. SkellyBones's skull, of course, as revenge for taking the bounty in the Orc Intrusion a couple days back. We hid his skull in some expired calcium.

Nobody will find him there for ages yet.

That's what he gets for rubbing his extra calcium in our faces.

Ah, the wonders of magitech. Dr. NumbSkull, in one of his rarer non-exploding moments, ponders how best to fight the war, and maybe make some scientific discoveries while he's at it. Nothing much exciting here, though the possibility of an explosion grows ever more likely with each passing moment.

The tension is palpable.

You could probably scoop it with a spork.

An orc got in the base today. We had a competition to see who could take it out first, and of course Mr. SkellyBones got it first. He got extra calcium rations as a reward. 

(You wanted those extra calciums. You wanted them so bad)

(You would have done anything for those extra calciums.)

(But no, Mr. SkellyBones got it first)

(LIKE HE ALWAYS DOES)

(You swear he's got an in with the commander somehow. Maybe it's because he's related?)

DAY 4 OF THE SKELETON WAR

We battled the vampires today. Understandably, they didn't like it, and nearly overpowered us until we brought out our BoneZone ClawTank Mk. IV (pat. pending), and just wiped em out. Skellies rose from the ground in sneak surprise attacks, and bones littered the battlefield. The vampire's attacks were futile on our hard, calcium enriched bodies. Remember, kids, to always eat your calcium! Finally, in the smoking wreckage of the field, we had discovered not one vampire left. They likely will not return to this area for another year.

Total Tally
Skeletons: 1
Everything Else: 0

Day 3 of the Skeleton War.

Having exploded the bugs out of the system, Dr. NumbSkull has decided to finalize the testing of just one of his many devices. It's night time, the perfect time to test out his BoneGun Tanker Mk. II on the firing range. It works beautifully. However, it's always a good idea to duck for cover when magical explosions are firing in the field, and especially a good idea when Dr. NumbSkull is test firing. It does seem to have spooked some of the spirits haunting the fields, though. 

Ah! You've gotten settled in, then! Better introduce you to Dr. NumbSkull, who seems to be in a hurry. His work is always in a near-explosion state, so you might be hearing booms from time to time. Dr. NumbSkull is our resident bonehead, and works in research and development. He makes all our machines, weapons, and if anybody lets him, crazy strategies for winning. Hang on, might want to take cover for a bit, I hear shouting in the distance, and there's a nasty looking glow on the far walls, and that usually means--

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[OH MY GOODNESS, IT'S EVERYWHERE]

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