We're Dying

I'm going insane, as evidence by the post I left on the side of the screen. The ground around us is completely void of sand, but we're having a lot of trouble walking in it. I can hardly think straight think straight. Did I say say that twice? The sun and constant walking is making us even hungrier than we would already have been. We're just collapsing. About to die.

The cookie will be found.

Our mission will be accomplished.

We have succeeded.

I can die in peace.