04-02-2010, 10:18 AM
So after all those years of bending over in service of Liberty Police, this is all my old man had to show for? One lousy little Starflyer, more rust than polish?
Crap. Manuals are missing, of course. Typical. Smells odd in here as well, bladder problems? Or was he just the coward I always held him for? *Note to self: exchange seat cover asap*
Migth as well be best, he died the way he did: falling off a ladder trying to fix the omni-direct antenna atop his house. His dog sure won't mind he's gone and I sure as hell won't either. No wonder my mom blew her brains out with his side-arm. Ha! The investigation that followed caused him a great deal of trouble. Just as well. Stubborn idiot. Only thing sh? forgot was to shoot him first, then the dog.
Oh well. Without manuals, I am mastering this piece of junk pretty well I think, so I guess I might outlive it. But with no cargo hold whatsoever, how is any Freelancer supposed to maintain a healthy cash flow? Crap.
The 10k credit I got from selling the old fool's house barely covered some second hand Lava's and of course, now this crate has a lack of power.
So to introduce myself: I am Valve.
You couldn't care less where I am from, or what I did before, though you might just wonder what I am up to.
Suffice to say I am not as law abiding as my 'dad' used to be *spits onto the comm-panel* which might or might not explain the scar on my head. Currently, I am trading my ass off, desperately wanting to outgrow this junky SF.
A 'contact' of mine dug up some documentation on Sirius, some sort of 'wiki' and something called a 'forum'. Pfffhhh. What is that about, some docs on the comm-brows using a latin name of old days. Surely outdated as the civilization it refers to. Hell, I'll read it when I get to it. You see me break any rules, correct me, punish me, nothing new to me. For now I am on my own.
Oh yeah, voluntary 'donations' are highly welcome. *shrugging* Or not. Never too proud to beg.
Valve out.
Crap. Manuals are missing, of course. Typical. Smells odd in here as well, bladder problems? Or was he just the coward I always held him for? *Note to self: exchange seat cover asap*
Migth as well be best, he died the way he did: falling off a ladder trying to fix the omni-direct antenna atop his house. His dog sure won't mind he's gone and I sure as hell won't either. No wonder my mom blew her brains out with his side-arm. Ha! The investigation that followed caused him a great deal of trouble. Just as well. Stubborn idiot. Only thing sh? forgot was to shoot him first, then the dog.
Oh well. Without manuals, I am mastering this piece of junk pretty well I think, so I guess I might outlive it. But with no cargo hold whatsoever, how is any Freelancer supposed to maintain a healthy cash flow? Crap.
The 10k credit I got from selling the old fool's house barely covered some second hand Lava's and of course, now this crate has a lack of power.
So to introduce myself: I am Valve.
You couldn't care less where I am from, or what I did before, though you might just wonder what I am up to.
Suffice to say I am not as law abiding as my 'dad' used to be *spits onto the comm-panel* which might or might not explain the scar on my head. Currently, I am trading my ass off, desperately wanting to outgrow this junky SF.
A 'contact' of mine dug up some documentation on Sirius, some sort of 'wiki' and something called a 'forum'. Pfffhhh. What is that about, some docs on the comm-brows using a latin name of old days. Surely outdated as the civilization it refers to. Hell, I'll read it when I get to it. You see me break any rules, correct me, punish me, nothing new to me. For now I am on my own.
Oh yeah, voluntary 'donations' are highly welcome. *shrugging* Or not. Never too proud to beg.
Valve out.