I was lucky to survive the tumble with only a few bruises. Having scolded Captain and Pilot for their idiocy, I went back to the Post Office of Captania to get the rest of my supplies.

Life as a wasteland survivor is tough, especially when it comes to lugging it around on your back.

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You'd think that Captain or Pilot would be a slight bit helpful in carrying things, but no. Captain refuses to carry anything heavy because:

"CARRYING STOLEN SUPPLIES IS MOST UNDIGNIFIED!"

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AND "THESE ARE YOUR BURDENS!" AND PILOT REFUSES TO DO ANYTHING I ASK BECAUSE I AM NOT CAPTAIN, AKA

"FIRST LADY OF THE UNIVERSE"

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THE AUTHOR'S NARRATIVE HAS BEEN MISAPPROPRIATED; REPORT ANY INSTANCES OF THIS STORY ON AMAZON.

I'M BEGINNING TO SUSPECT THAT PILOT'S JUVENILE BEHAVIOR/OVERBEARING IDOLIZATION OF CAPTAIN IS JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG OF MASSIVE PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA.

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BUT, GUESS WHAT?

I managed to construct a sled out of junk, so now I no longer have to carry all the things in a massive backpack that threatens to snap my spine in half.

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Thus, a makeshift, slightly lopsided sled was my solution to the pressing problem of accumulating items that are most necessary to our survival.

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Captain praised me for "MOST MARVELOUS TRIUMPH OF FESTIVELY-SLIPPY-LOCOMOTION-CARRIAGE" and declared me as "THE EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH"

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...which has earned me nothing but Pilot's enmity.

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