Day 1 Round 1
I'm your humble wizard veteran of the apocalyptic games,
Season 1 I met 
Due to a mishap with a cave we got eliminated a bit though,
So now we reincarnate each season and we go with the flow.
The Force lives on and we lurk in the shadows surfing waves,
This season we trying to be alive while the haters find graves.
So being a wizard it's no stretch to wake up to some booming,
I grab the flasks from my apartment that I had been grooming,
Ya see this wizard here brews up potions and likes to just flow,
I don't always see around corners but I always seem to know.
Bolted down the fire escape after sliding out the window then,
I got the window closed as I heard some scumbag breaking in.
No time to play with short sighted scavengers, slide ether dive,
I'm making a hard line for that tree and I'm hoping to survive.
I see a shady looking van, shout out to 
That burnt out floral shop wasn't part of any path I was shown.
Sittin here atop my kingdom in my giant throne atop the tree,
I'm gonna scavenge for something useful and keep doing me.
Day 1 Round 2
I'm rolling through and surfing my way out of this city,
Cross paths with a truck and I check my synchronicity.
I took a quick peek inside hoping to see some supplies,
But all I could see was destruction reflected in my eyes.
Some of you may not know, I'm a wizard repping peace,
It's hard to tell others "Namaste" while carrying a piece.
I'm on a pacifist run this season as I aim to do no harm,
Trying to get by on my good looks and southern charm.
So I don't grab a gun and I have no supplies as you see,
But I know the universe listens and sends what I need.
It is a survival game and I may need to kill to keep fed,
Hopefully I can dodge Tom and not get shot in the head.
Day 2 Round 1
Things are heating up fast in this here city yo,
I'm gonna keep my cool as I always do though.
So I got no weapons and haven't a thing to eat,
It's time to jump out this tree, back to my feet.
I see some of the others carrying guns n knives,
If they get to bustin caps, they'll need nine lives.
Meow back to the situation at hand I'm hungry,
This hunger could be cured via herbal remedy.
I remember finding green in this lot one time,
It's the apocalypse, but I can still find a dime.
Day 2 Round 2
Okay everybody, gather round and have a look-see here,
Law of Attraction brings the ladies faster than free beer.
If there's one thing this wizard has learned along the way,
It's that sometimes you gotta throw deuces and namaste.
Maybe I'm paranoid from the green I just scored in the lot,
It could be Tom wearing a wig, trying to find out what I got.
I don't swing that way though and I don't like canned goods,
I can make a five star meal while walking round the woods.
Who knows what they're really up to, I'm good just doing me,
Peace out canned good "lady", please just go and let me be.
Day 3 Round 1
The last time that I recall jotting down my remembering,
I was dodging some lady trying not to get a dismembering.
Well I guess I got away and I'm not needing to eat yet today,
So I'll keep flowing towards mother nature, I'll find my way.
Pawn shop to the left, sporting goods over off on my right,
Roads looking a little open, so I must duck off out of sight.
Guns were probably already looted from both these places,
Hopefully no bad dudes there hiding to smash in our faces.
I steady my breath and start slowly making my way through,
Check the shelves for some supplies in the pawn shop, I do.
Will I make it all the way down the street or will I be noticed?
Maybe I see Chumlee, he can fill me in on episodes I missed.
This wizard ain't really looking for a fight, I just spread peace,
But in the realm of mankind, the struggles never really cease.
Day 3 Round 2
This wizard is no stranger to meeting up with strangers,
We're all one anyway, but some intend to bring dangers.
I make like the Lone Ranger and mosey off a little lonely,
Being at peace can often feel like being the one and only.
Can I wander safely or do I find darkness my old friend?
I got a flashlight, the path to enlightenment has no end.
Don't remember where I'm going just yet, and that's true,
But I keep following the path, my heart knows what to do.
So don't be offended if I didn't team up with you just yet,
There's too many survivors, some seek to do harm, I bet.
Day 4 Round 1
Day four with no sleep and my stomach is really rumbling,
I had to to teleport away from a sniper shot that's fumbling.
Blinking in out of the ether, I was a bobbing and a weaving,
Phasing back into reality because it's not time to be leaving.
I clicked on my flashlight and started searching all around,
This wizard knows how to find a dinner party going down.
These here plants are really quite glorious and beneficial,
If I recall they're misunderstood, but filling and nutritional.
Oh well, here goes nothing, let me grab a patch of greenery,
Then I can shift this reality and find a different set of scenery.
Day 4 Round 2
Wizards always know, even when they can't remember why,
Perhaps it's because we remember to carry on after we die.
Well anyway, this diary isn't about philosophy exclusively,
But philosophy is everything I do if I'm speaking truthfully.
So decisions, decisions, I was right about eating purslane,
I best stash my flashlight and get back to playing the game.
Two paths appear before me and some may choose to quit,
This wizard forgot how to quit when he chose to go authentic.
Follow my inner knowing, but sometimes the path is tough,
Nothing worthwhile is easy, so I'll start hiking in the rough.
Day 5 Round 1
Walking along the path and some rocks are looking loose,
Wizards lead the way and let others take up the caboose.
Trees all around and the forest lets us keep flowing freely,
I wander around and keep an eye peeled to try to feed me.
Lost track of my bearings and exit the forest quite abrupt,
See a smiley dude with a chainsaw, I shrug and say "Sup?"
He keeps on smiling, clearly this goes knows the real score,
Says he'll show me something neat, maybe a snacks in store.
For now I go with my intuition, never really takes me astray,
Plus he looks like a hippy, so I just follow and say, "Namaste."
Day 5 Round 2
The wild wandering word wizard of the world wide web went,
It turns out the happy hippy chainsaw dude was heaven sent.
Others wanted to hurt this guy and some ran to go and hide,
But I met a kindred spirit and got a plant identification guide.
It's time to mosey on along so I say goodbye to my new brother,
He still has work to do here and wants to try to help the others.
I understand that path, it's not so different from my own in fact,
Right now I have to focus on keeping my wizard backside intact.
If life is but a game and we're all just playing our parts each day,
My part is to survive the steem-pocalypse, my path I cannot stray.
The choices seem clear to me and I'm never traveling in reverse,
I make my way downhill and hope I wont end up needing a hearse.
Day 6 Round 1
Things are getting a bit tricky,
But this wizard don't mind living on the edge,
We all have the same basic right to live freely,
So this is a risk I have to hedge.
When I say we I mean all living things,
Not just humans, but the cows too, so,
Hopefully I survive the next round
And don't need to be rescued like Crusoe.
I'm passing on these cattle
As they look happy enough just existing in peace,
But I need to eat next round
Or my bodily functions mind just start to cease.
It's a bit of a paradox like the end of my last line,
But this is my philosophy,
I try not to kill other living things
And I try to eat most of my food naturally.
Can't claim to be a vegan and
I will still eat meat when I decide it's wanted,
But I try to be more conscious
Of my food choices so that I'm not haunted.
I got my flashlight and plant identification guide
Here ready for me to use,
Hope they are of help to find food in the next round
So I don't have to lose.
Day 6 Round 2
I've said it before and I'll say it again, wizards always know,
Even if we don't remember, we still just going with the flow.
I didn't want to hurt those peaceful cows out in the pasture,
Can only know what I know, my next meal was not so sure.
It looks like my plant identification guide has come in handy,
The mushrooms look delicious and pretty as nature's candy.
Now I'll be honest here and tell you I've munched on a few,
Dabbled here and there, chased with some Mountain Dew.
Hopefully some of these mushrooms I've found are edible,
Some can make you fly, taste sounds, or see bass and treble.
This games all about the survival and focus on that I should,
Hallucinations right now wouldn't be doing me much good.
Day 7 Round 1
The journey so far has had it's ups and down for sure,
I was up in a tree to start and now I'm in the manure.
Hopefully this furry cuddle pupper is friendly though,
I don't have it in my heart to kill it and that I do know.
My concern is rarely for the temperaments of doggies,
But more so the owner and whether or not it has fleas.
Not the fleas that you can see biting on some cute pup,
The fleas of the soul that get the owners all messed up.
It's dark and I have my flashlight, I might make it away,
I'll leave it up to fate and maybe I'll make a friend today.
Day 7 Round 2
It turns out that fella and his doge were friendly,
He was looking for a young guy, unsuccessfully.
Said I hadn't seen him, though I would help look,
He wrote an encrypted note and curiously I took.
I didn't get any specifics about their current split,
Some stuffs better left alone, less for me to forget.
So I started moving, cryptic note stored safe away,
Where my flashlight and plant books going to stay.
Making my way through the forest I come across,
Some old overgrown building or house nature lost.
Well it was lost, but now I went and found it, but,
I feel that some doors are best left remaining shut.
Day 8 Round 1
Walking away from that overgrown house I hear shots,
I sigh and feel grateful for avoiding these wicked plots.
As I'm reflecting on the lessons I learned in my youth,
I come across another sign, this one is more uncouth.
The scratched out words echo a warning in these ears,
Fly you fools, I make a hasty decision to switch gears.
I do believe people change, I often give more chances,
But me and Tom have had quite a few deadly dances.
I wish him the best and I hope he's changed his way,
Hope I can find some food before the end of the day.
Making like my furry wild friends, I move it move it,
I'll risk starvation and hopefully a bullet I don't get.
Day 8 Round 2
This wizard is going to avoid a long philosophy lesson,
Some people don't want to change, we ain't stressing.
I try to always stay open minded and non-judgmental,
Other's will learn their own actions are consequential.
If a man's killed before and he claims he'll keep doing,
Why would I doubt him or risk the trouble he's brewing?
I would only do that if I felt I had no other real choices,
Always listen to my heart and checking my ego's voices.
I've been fooled in the past, but patience makes it clear,
Where there's a will, there's a way, and foods right here.
Raw snake is good eating, but dead snakes can still bite,
I don't think I have any other real options that feel right.
Snakes back was broken when it got ran over it seems,
I have a quick snack and get back to chasing my dreams.
Day 9 Round 1
So feeling a bit thirsty, this here wizard started to ponder,
Should I risk drinking water from that stream over yonder?
I checked my supplies to be absolutely certain what I had,
Water looks a little murky and it might make me feel bad.
The risk would be much less with a little bit of purification,
Was thinking I should go for it after avoiding my starvation.
Luckily I recognized another wanderer I met along the way,
He helped me out with some tablets so I told him namaste.
The universe sends what we need and our energies return,
I do my best to always help others and try to be of service,
Even in the steem-pocalypse my philosophy isn't dismissed.
Day 9 Round 2
Earlier I made it through on some goodwill of another,
While I'm grateful I can't be dependent on my brother.
After going forth into the woods, I hear some loud pops,
Last time I outran the bullets, I'll go until my heart stops.
This wizard is no stranger to surviving through violence,
But this is no time for stealth, I'm not moving in silence.
I hit the grass and haul ass making my way to the trees,
These guys don't seem to be the type to listen to pleas.
I don't know if I can make it, but I don't focus on that,
Just keep going till I can't and I won't stop, that's a fact.
Day 10 Round 1
Another life, another season, this wizard will transition,
My spirit continues this world with lyrical rendition.
Focus on the mission and gain additional perspective,
The field wasn't as open as I thought, thus my directive.
I only know what I can know and I don't like to assume,
Hopping back into the ether, I feel my soul start to bloom.
There are no real endings as they are just a state of changes,
Our body returns and the spirit grows and rearranges.
Now the survivors are stuck and taking another chance,
Do they want to make a poultice or try to eat these plants?
Day 10 Round 2
People think it's odd when I'm rhyming from the dead,
Wizards practice mindfulness, it's all in our head.
Where you perceive my death, I see another state,
I try to live without judgement, leave life to fate.
Two plants offered healing, one survivor departs,
I'll look for them by the cosmic waves of their hearts.
The living find a trail with someone else present,
Their faith being tested, fear them or be pleasant.
A few may start to run, others might deceive them,
What of the encrypted note, well this could be him.
Day 11 Round 1
This wizard has an eye for perception,
A joke sent by encrypted deception.
The adventure continues without fight,
Yet trouble is here with bullets in flight.
The scene looking grim, decisions we make,
Are we saving lives if others we take?
Some decisions lead to soul corrosion,
Hopefully we don't need an explosion.
While I wish we could all just get along,
Others keep singing a different song.
Day 11 Round 2
Some survivors resort to attacking,
Everyone will live, some are now lacking.
To this word wizard, the message is clear,
Violence begets violence, I hear.
The survivors lost something they may need,
But they also must accept their new creed.
We find ourselves in front of a strange ride,
It seems to be wired, but what's inside?
This seems to be a strange turn of events,
Perhaps I'm developing a sixth sense.
Day 12 Round 1
Farewell to the departed
Our season this doesn't seem it will be.
Sorry as I am to hear you meet doom,
You are the first to go out with a boom.
The survivors are facing plant issues,
Hopefully they wont need any tissues.
Some may choose to eat while others depart,
Plant guides may save some from hitting restart.
This wizard hopes for the best but we'll see,
Maybe I end up with more company.
Day 12 Round 2
These survivors seem to know how to dine,
The sassafras and milk thistle taste fine.
Like this wizard, some trusted what they knew,
Others were guided on just what to do.
Next part is where things get a bit hairy,
Truth be told, it's not that I'm fearing them,
I just avoid risking death on a whim.
Some may choose to go forth without a light,
Others may choose to use some dynamite.
Please say hi if you end up at the end,
I will be here finding more words to bend.
Day 13 Round 1
It appears these caves are akin to Tom,
But guns don't kill them, next time try the bomb.
A flurry of wings and animal shrieks,
Those bats could have fed them for many weeks.
The other survivors chill by a tree,
Rest in peace to the one they call 
They see a stranger looking tough but kind,
He greets them as friends, hoping they wont mind?
The choices unclear, some are deceiving,
Is this guy friendly? Are they believing?
Attack or retreat, some may even greet,
Who is this man the survivors now meet?
Day 13 Round 2
The stranger left his body there to chill.
Both fired shots, the stranger in defense,
His true intentions leave us in suspense.
He comes in close and explains his problem,
His kidneys are sick, needs plants to heal them.
Plant guide is no good, only covers eats,
Life or death choices are no easy feats.
If the man eats the wrong plant he might die,
Will the players try this to kill the guy?
His request sounds sincere if you ask me,
But you better be sure to choose wisely.
Day 14 Round 1
Those remaining chose well, so we can't tell,
What could have happened if they picked sorrel?
Your friendly wizard here has a hunch, though,
"What if?" Is a pointless question, ya know?
Following the path no time for tumbles,
The survivors stomachs get the grumbles.
Strange noise ahead and their ears get perky,
Looks like it's high time to try some turkey.
Rocks and dynamite are options I guess,
Those with guns could bag a meal with finesse.
Unless this was my last resort, I'd pass,
Better things to eat growing in the grass.
Day 14 Round 2
Some turkeys are no longer wobbling,
Shots to the body, no more gobbling.
When trying to survive choices get tough,
The path of no harm isn't all that rough.
The survivors now have vegan choices,
Had no need to silence turkey voices.
Mushrooms and berries are on the menu,
We just needed a change of our venue.
Some may use a guide to choose the best one,
Others could add fire, cook them well done.
There is also the option to just rest,
All must find their own path they feel is best.
Day 15 Round 1
Guide did little good for the hungry few,
Plants were both toxic, not much they could do.
One had a backup to their food supplies,
Four others starved and met ruthless demise.
The survivors awaken from a snooze,
Facing three bears will our Goldilocks lose?
Some may play dead while others start shooting,
Maybe scream and stab or start to scooting.
Perhaps a return to the explosive,
Hopefully someone manages to live.
Day 15 Conclusion
Bears brought demise to many in tandem,
The last two remaining were Team Random.
Putting several holes in the big one.
The others tried making noise with no luck,
Bears ran them down faster than a Mack Truck.
Now this wizard is ready to re-spawn.