Could it be the Sacred Wind

Day 36, and still no sign of rescue. Rations are scarce. Beginning to consider convenient 'accidents' for fellow crew members. May be risky, though - only thing available is Chicken Crimpy avalanche. If only we had some food, it might not have come to this. But poor planning, and the Tim Tam Andes, have left us vulnerable. I won't wait. The Crimpies come down tonight.

Oh, hello. I didn't see you there. Please, disregard my feverish plotting as nothing but the ramblings of a madwoman on the verge of Crimpy Collapse. It's well-documented - look it up. There's no cure, unfortunately. It's like Rabies, but delicious.

It turns out some of our energy drinks aren't actually energy drinks, but are at least appropriately named for this discovery:

But, shhh, don't tell anyone. The Placebo effect is going strong, especially with Steve. Steve, don't read this. Okay, thanks.

Elle has done a gorgeous GUI for us. I am in awe. Aweful, in fact. But she has paid homage to Mucha in the most delicate and wonderful way. When I am allowed, I will post it, for all to see and wonder at. For now, you may make do with my original concept for our game:

I plagiarised the tesla coils myself!

But, alas, far earlier than it should have, the collective sugar level for our team has reached its peak, as two of our members - J&J - are still asleep, leaving the remaining 3 of us to carry out the unenviable task of disposing of sugary energy drinks and chocolate. Read no sarcasm here, folks; sugary light-headedness is not to be sneezed nor sarcasm'd at. It may, indeed, be time to sleep it off. If only I could.

On that note, we haven't seen Team X - the empty table on the left side of the webcam, don'tchaknow - since we were given the Words. I recently saw them all sprawled near the vending machines - on couches, no less! - and resisted the urge to steal their hard-won design-on-butcher's-paper that was so carelessly cradled tightly in their arms. They win for now, dear sirs (and one girl... I think?), but, rest assured, our victory will be swift. Far swifter than my thieving skills, at any rate.

I think it's time to brush my teeth. They're starting to tangle.