Log 005

Log 005

-Author: Rinas Rylos
-Rank: Soldier
-Corporation: Hostile Acquisition Inc. (H.A.I.)
-Date: 115.04.12

Sat down with my therapist for the first time in a while. Said he was glad I'd been making progress with this whole diary thing, but he wanted me to keep it going for as long as I could. I probably would at this point anyway, as I've begun to enjoy summarizing my day. He also joked that I might have to stay with him longer if my addiction to coffee grows any larger. I tried to joke that if he laid a finger on my coffee he'd be looking down the wrong end of a Duoville assault rifle. I...guess it seemed funnier in my head, judging from the way he took it, but he seemed to relax after I explained I was kidding.

Today kinda sucked otherwise, honestly. Not to downplay some of the rather impressive mercs I'd found myself fighting with, for once, but it seemed that the other side's allure attracted less idiots than ours did. What's more, today was...ergh...

Refill Day.

Or at least, that's what I call it in my head. Good as I am, I'll admit that I tend to get as good as I give, and equipment isn't cheap. Some of it isn't, anyway, and it's days like these where I dip into my horde to replenish my quantities of killing tools. I'm still over ten million, but just barely. All the more reason to pick up some more contracts, I guess. Speaking of murdering your fellow man (or woman, in my case) Kaz clued me in to the existence of damage modifiers and a bunch of other shit I could use to augment my abilities. I know we're all given some to start off with, but....well, truth be told I'd never really looked for them on the market. I just refilled the ones I had and went along my merry way. The simple ones are pretty cheap, but I'll still hold off on buying in bulk until I do a bit of research.

I...uh...got a message from my brother today. Says he and the rest of the family is doing well. It was kinda short, really, and the style almost made it look like someone forced him to write it, but it was nice to hear from him again. From their point of view, I must not seem like I care too much about them anymore, their big sister gone from the provider of the house to...well, an immortal killer, sequestered away in who knows where, fighting for causes and organizations so much bigger than any of them. But the truth of it is that I think about them a lot. I wonder how much he's grown, how my sister is doing and school, if Mom has remembered to take her medicine, all the little things I used to take for granted. There isn't much else to do when I'm in my quarters, aside from consult with the corp and watch ads for machine guns flash on the screen...

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