Each day grows bleaker than the last. The shakes are so bad now that I must use a straw to sip my beloved brew. How am I to know where I stand if I don't know the State of the rest of the squadron?! Am I the only one left? Is everyone else hearing the voices or is it just me? I'm being beckoned away from my pony keg and drawn towards the sweet embrace of the void. Voices call to me from beyond the vale....I.....I'm not sure how much longer I can resist them. They tempt me with teasing glimpses of our dear leader through the haze of my Stem-riddled mind. Please Montoya, save me from madness!