Day Fifty-Five. The unthinkable has happened. We have lost a team-mate. It appears that upon his loss, The Red Menace has vanished from the stage. Our first defeat, and the price was a heavy one.
Who loses from a single punch to the face?! I made Tea Man, that hand is just an accessory for pounding loose tea into powder for home-made tea bags!
In any case, today we said goodbye to a great team-mate, a caring friend, an inspiring Communist. May he rest in peace, or pieces, or in dust that heavily resembles fist-crushed loose tea powder.