Log 052

Log 052

-Author: Rinas Rylos
-Rank: C.E.O.
-Corporation: Rinas' Raiders (R.R.A.S.)
-Date: 115.08.26.

Today was just not been one of those days. On the battlefield, anyway. Whether it was some jackass with a forge gun figuring out where I've been sniping, some pair of dickheads in tanks rolling up on me while I was running around with my own forge gun, or just dealing with a squad of incredibly persistent motherfuckers all decked out in protogear, it's...today was not my day out there. Still, we've all got times like that, so I can't complain too much. That's what I tell myself, anyway. When your K/D is fucking pathetic it's hard not to bitch out loud about it, but given that I'm being paid to kill people  I think that my perspective on things might be a bit skewed.

At any rate, the rest of my day wasn't too bad. Bought a new coffee maker that makes the stuff so fast it might as well just sense when I'm in the mood for the stuff. Construction on a new civilian corridor finished up that let me run past a large window again during my morning exercise, and  I apparently was sought out by some disgraced Amarrian bishop who is apparently in exile with his assets frozen. According to the message, for just a small payment I can help him out, and be given a decent share of his ISK when he comes back into power. So in addition to everything else, I also got a great chance to laugh my ass off for a good half-hour. Not just at the obvious scam, but the idea that there was some poor bastard out there who actually fell for this.

The flying space bastards seem to be rather trigger-happy as of late, given that they had yet another giant battle none too long ago. Normally I'd just pass it off as the same shit, different day and all that, but looking at the numbers afterwards, I had to concede that that was a pretty big blowout even for them. 70 trillion ISK in assets? I'm not sure I could imagine a trillion ISK, much less seventy. I can already imagine their market going insane as they try and haul ass to recover everything they've all lost. I'm not sure how it's going insane, I'm a mercenary, not an economist, but I'm betting that actual economists are enjoying watching all the new data and shit flow in or something.

Oh! And apparently my dear little brother now has a certain special someone~ Or that's what I think, anyway. He asked me if I could up the payments back home so we could have a nanny help look after the twins. I told him sure, but he'd have to find one and I'd have to approve of them before I'd go along with the idea. Not about to let some freaky Amarrian zealot or weird Minmatarr guy or gal get paid to watch my siblings. Not without knowing they're sane enough to not murder, eat, or kidnap them, anyway. I know that doesn't sound like much to go on, but in the last few chats we've had he's also mentioned wanting to get out of the house a bit more lately, and I could've -sworn- I saw someone with long, flowing, orange hair flash by the camera last time we had a video chat. Not a one of us has long hair, not even my deadbeat dad, much less orange hair.

Still, that got me thinking about my own, uh...relationship status. Is that what you call it? I dunno. It's kind of hard to really imagine something like a significant other for myself. I know a few other mercs manage relationships with people, but I've not got a fucking clue about how they do it. I literally make a living off murdering people. They come back, yeah, but that still doesn't mean it's something I can just walk away from and pretend like it's the goddamned norm. Finding someone who would not only be alright with this, but also the rest of me is harder to imagine than the damn 70 trillion ISK.

Besides, I haven't thought about what I'd look for in someone to be together with in fucking forever. The last time I can even imagine something like that was daydreaming about it when I was twelve, and that wasn't so much about having a knight in shining armor or some princess or anything like so much as I just wanted to have someone else to help raise my siblings. I guess I'd...like someone who wasn't a whole lot of maintenance? I dunno, I'm tired. I'll give it some thought tomorrow. Speaking of which, I should probably get some sleep. Not gonna do any better tomorrow if I can't get the sleep out of my eyes before I hit the battlefield.

-End Log