Crash Landing, Part 2 - Blog 11/13

(Crashed Landing)

(11/6/15)

Captain Hazzard’s Log 1: “We have crashed on a remote planet…surrounded by thick, musty air and complete total darkness (ellipsis). I, Captain Hazzard the Great (epithet), must take care of my frightened crew. This wasteland is ominous. The ground around us seems hungry and thirsty for our very souls (figurative language). My medic has been frightened ever since the crash. He’s (contraction) been screaming, “We are all going to die,” a generalization I do not want to be a part of. To calm him down, I told him “everything will be ok,” but the irony is, we are far from it.

Captain Hazzard’s Log 2: “We can’t sit around any longer. We are heading to the hills (which are frightening) straight ahead (parenthesis) to gain higher ground and to look for a way out. I asked our field expert to give us data on the path towards the hills. She said we had a 6 miles of walking, along with the temperature, 23 Celsius, and oxygen levels, which are healthy. I beganediting her work and checking over to see if all of her facts were trustworthy and correct. I look over her work because as of late because we cannot trust this women, for she has perjured herself in the past (enthymeme). But for now, her facts checked out. We will start hiking at dawn.”

Captain Hazzard’s Log 3: “As we were walking towards the hills, I made an inference by looking at my first lieutenant, he seemed ill. We sat him down and asked what was wrong. He proclaimed that his breathing was failing. Soon after, he passed away (euphemism). His bodied turned zombie like. As we were leaving, I swore he had woken up, but I dismissed the thought, only thinking it was my mind playing tricks.  I will miss him, his repertoire contained a large amount of skills and experience that many of the other crew members didn’t have. The rest of the crew never liked him. They believed that he was talented, but only because his parents were rich enough to afford him higher-level schooling (paralipsis). After this blow, the crew was as dead as a door-nail (simile). We closed up shop, we had about 2 miles to go. But night began to fall. As the head of the group, I needed to keep the body going before it lost hope (synecdoche).

Captain Hazzard’s Log 4: “What is a hill? A hill is ‘a naturally raised area of land, not as high or craggy as a mountain (denotation).’ Well, in my opinion, the hill was hell (metaphor). Climbing that humungous pile of rock took the life out of me, but when we reached the top. Our hopes flew away as fast as bee (hyperbole). We looked over the ridge and there was nothing but plans. My crew became hysterical. The buffoonery they part took in to cope was sheer madness. And much like my first lieutenant, they began to pass out. First my medic, then my field expert. I am alone. I will continue to walk across these plains in order to find hope, but the battery on my log book is running low. So this will be the last you hear of me. I am heading to what I believe is north. Bona Ventura."

Captain Hazzard’s Log 5: “…… (zombie roar)”

(Crashed Landing, Part 2) – New Blog

(11/9/2015)

Sergeant McNamee’s Log 1: “’Where are you Captain? Where’d you wonder off to (apostrophe)?’ I said that to myself constantly. My recover crew and I have just recovered Captain Hazzard’s Log book and listened to all the logs. Listening to his crash and death of teammates left my team and I in sheer panic (effect). Captain Hazzard was always good at effectively expressing a situation, the art of rhetoric. His way of using symbols, similes, and metaphors to set up the stage and scenery always matched the atmosphere and imagery to the exact detail when he sent out log reports on other missions. The Captain had true wit of his situation and it effectively showed in his logs. After listening to the rest of the logs, the mood of my team fell drastically. I looked to my team, and yelled at them with a sharp tone, ‘Let’s go and find the Captain, it doesn’t do any good to sit around and cry.’ So then, we headed out following the footprints he left behind.

Sergeant McNamee’s Log 2: “The irony behind this is that the Captain was always saving me in situations, and now it’s up to me to save him! He is the Captain, this was a very strange and uncomfortable new situation. In this story I was the protagonist, I must find and save my captain, but the antagonist is the harsh terrain, as well as the monsters we heard on the Logs. We kept following the path until we heard noises in the bushes. I directed my team keep their weapons on the bushes. We stopped moving. We were scared. The allusion presented in front of us was nothing but fear. But then the Captain’s Medic came out and we were delighted. But something was wrong. He ran to attack us, my private put a bullet in to his head. POW (onomatopoeia)! But the medic kept moving, he was zombie like. Why didn’t he die? I told my team to fire at will until he stopped moving. But soon after, all around us there were more of those creatures. The scene was terrifying. We had around 100 on all sides. If we didn’t run, we were surely to be killed (tautology). I screamed to my crew to run back to the ship. And so they did.

Major McNamee’s Log 3: “We made it off of that demon of a planet. But we never were able to find out what happened to the Captain. Our planet had decided to eradicate those beats and send in a full blown army at the end of the week. I was going back, but this time I would find the Captain. He is still alive. I know this because his ship started the distress beckon again along with a Morse code transmission saying, ‘STILL ALIVE!’”