Tuesday, 23 August 2011

Journal: YC113.08.23

It would be hard to overstate my frustration with this war. More than a week into it and I haven't even seen one member of the enemy corporation in the same system as me.

The pressing non-capsule business needs that seem to always take up the four hours I would have spent flying and kicking arse don't help either. I'm fixing to kill something, but even when a decent target DOES present itself while I'm in the pod, it has five friends and none of mine are available.

So instead, I'm focusing on nanotechnology. And ways to trick a ten-year-old girl into having a haircut. Quite the big bad scary pod pilot I've become.

Save. End.

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