Sunday, 30 October 2011

Journal: 113.10.30

Eighty million ISK-worth of muscle boosting, metal bone lacing, quickdraw cyberware and all-round enhancements calculated to turn that clone into a superhuman combat machine, and the paskiainen still gave me quite the fight.

Good to see there's somebody in space who can actually back up their attitude when the chips are down. Even if he is a total kusipaa.

Even if my ego is a little bruised that I didn't beat him flat in the first five seconds. Reckon I'd have been taken to the cleaners without the combat clone. I have plenty left to learn, it seems.

Save. End.


Of course, there's some people you can't beat sense into even if you smack them around every half hour for a month...

Save. End.

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