Log 014

Log 014

-Author: Rinas Rylos
-Rank: Soldier
-Corporation: Hostile Acquisitions Inc. (H.A.I.)
-Date: 115.05.05

Well diary, it appears those rumors I'd heard were more than just, uh, rumors. It seems as though some big changes are coming around for us mercenaries; New weapons, a rebalanced marketplace, new control sche-I mean, new suits, all sorts of shit. Gotta admit that the chief thought on my mind at the moment is over whether I'll still kick as much ass after all this, but part of me isn't too worried. So long as the guns still shoot bullets and the dropsuits still crumple after roughly four seconds of repeated fire I should be fine.

That said, it's all just words and hearsay until I start seeing this new firepower on the battlefield, so today was pretty much just like any other. Bullets, explosives, the screams of dying men, etc, same shit different day cycle, though I did at least get to experience another bout of idiocy by my opponents. You'd think more people might try and follow the clearly obvious trail left by a sniper bullet, and yet I could count on my hand the number of folks that actually did, and only after six dead bodies were laying around the area I'd scoped out. Mind you, just because he found me doesn't mean he actually stopped my streak; I imagine it was frustrating for him to find out that I kept an SMG on hand for in case anyone decided to get all personal space invasion-y on me. All in all, a good time was had. Mainly by me, as I imagine the people I kept killing were somewhat frustrated.

It struck me today that writing this diary has become almost second nature to me by this point. It wasn't too long ago that Doc had to hound me just to write out a few paragraphs, and now it seems like if I'm not out on the station or on the battlefield, I'm here writing in you, coffee on hand as I go over the day's events. I wonder if I've always been so predisposed towards it? I can't say I was ever really interested in it before, and yet now it seems almost as natural as breathing, or activating some remote explosives. At any rate, I'm glad I started you, despite the frustration that can come from keeping up with you sometimes.

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