Gotta Lot Of Bullets

Things are actually....painfully quiet around here. What happened to all the fire? It's like Strix walking into the room. Somebody snuffed out the flame.

I've been pretty well behaved recently, surprise. Had a less-than-noteworthy encounter with Jazzy and Midvalley. They don't bother me so much anymore. Fuckin' had it with freaking out over what the other members can or cannot do. I just don't get why Jazzy is so into me. It just - ew. Nothing personal, man. Nothing personal at all. I'd have the same reaction if anybody came after me. Not that I'm trying to defend my actions, it's just.....EW.

I say it once, I'll say it again - ew, ew, EW.

Like they think it'd be that easy to win me over anyway. People do so like to underestimate me.

I'm not gonna shy away and hide behind a bucket of privates. I've weened in my attempts to get Mitch's attention. I have my reasons. One of them has to do with the fact that somebody else could try to get involved. And when somebody touches my things, I'll risk expulsion from this place just to shoot them between the eyes. I don't know why no one'd take me seriously on that threat. If they had anything between their ears, they'd back off now.

So one of my turrets is destroyed. I'll need to fix that.

Other than that, I have plans with good old Carrion. He wants to give me a demonstration. But we'll see who the one with the fireworks is in the end. Thinks he's all that just cuz he has a fishtank on his head. Whoop-de-do. Don't get me wrong, you guys. I know he's serious shit. In case you're concerned, I'll be careful. What would you do without me, anyway?

Light, this one's for you.