Alert, Nunavut.This is it.

Well, folks, while you are sitting in your comfy chair at home enjoing the ability to peruse one poor man's blog posts, I am in the northernmost populated place on Earth, at 82'30'05 N and 063'20'20 W. This is the town of Alert, Nunavut, with 8 permanent inhabitants and an average temperature of 8C. It is here I shall embark on my mission. Alert has absolutely no services, no industry, none of those "touristy" things. It only exists as a research and military base. My mission is to stop the commies projected to arrive today, June 6.

You see, the Russians have an interest in the resources of the arctic. Underneath the arctic sea is precious metals and oil, and other useful resources. The Russians claim that these resources are Russia's, not Canada's. And that simply will not do.

We all know what to do.

 I must stop the red tide here and save Canada, once and for all, by myself.

Blimey, there's a lot of 'em. probably more of them than I have bullets.

I shall hold off the russian horde with little more than my guns and my polar bear. Though we've already discovered he's afraid of guns, so I don't have high hopes. Did I mention my battlesuit. I don't think it will hold off the reds, but I still think its worth mentioning.

Did I say battlesuit? Just kidding. I meant battleship with legs.

 I don't expect to return alive. I will die as I lived: a forty-foot twenty-ton war machine. Shocked? You shouldn't be. How did you think I got to Iqaluit in the first place? walked across the ice? Are you crazy? Of course me being a gigantic killing machine is the logical solution. And as for the kayak, It was a REALLY BIG KAYAK.

I hope you enjoyed the journey as much as I did. Goodbye.


Forever.