DAY 1

Here I am, slowly advancing to the snowy White Cliffs of Dover. Moments later, we carefully moored the ship onto the crispy sandy shores. As we were getting out, the bossy leader was barking, telling us to get into order. Finally, we started marching to our next checkpoint, the field. On our way, we noticed no less than a hundred cottages, but strangely no people. That made me feel miserable and extremely lonely although I didn't see anyone as disappointed as me. Eventually, we were marching into an empty, green field loaded with multi-coloured camps. Not long after, the leader commanded to make a camp. We noticed that all we had with us were shields, swords, spears and bows and 3 towels so we had to hunt after animals and fetch some sticks. At first the work was really difficult, but the other 2 tents were pretty simple to make.

The following morning I woke up, discovering that everyone is already in the centre of the field, having a completely rubbish picnic! All I saw was celery, beetroot spinach and mud mixed together! Apparently, meat wasn't found, so my thoughts were that all of the Celts were vegetarians. I nearly cried by just looking at this disaster! It smelt like cow's droppings! You would even spot bugs and wasps buzzing annoyingly around this stench! As I tasted this dog's dinner,I was about to throw up on my cool shield to turn it into a vomit dessert! Unluckily, I either meat my death or finish this portion.

Day 3

My thoughts became even more anxious than the day before. Oh why did I want to join this stupid, exhausting team deciding to take three shocking days to another strange world? Just to let you know, today was the fight da... ''You, stop chatting and you, why are you talking nonsense?!'' angrily barked the bossy, strict commander, turning everyone's heads from random to frozen. We carefully listened to the sounds of the howling wind and shrill screams of spooked out Celts mixing together. Minutes later, I noticed some weird figures trotting bravely towards us. Now, the battle has actually started. While the Roman empire was ready and in the tortoise formation, the Celts were messily charging at them, trying to ambush the Romans. The battle was equal until one of the cavalry men on the Roman team stabbed a spear into a Celtic sword man's shoulder which made him forcefully fall. As that happened, all of the Celts fell back too like dominoes. The Celtic team got so tormented that they refused to fight back. The Romans totally won!