[color=#FFFFFF]SOURCE: [color=#FF0000]Planet Curacao, Cortez TARGET: Reaver Mercenary Co. COMM ID: Tiberius Walker SUBJECT: Asylum
I've been lied to, taken advantage of, shot in the back, shot in the front, stabbed, betrayed, and left for dead. I even lost my job. Not recently though, in fact, it was sometime last year. Such is highly regrettable as they had an excellent mental health program. But I've been up and down this effable pocket of space, and I've seen things that would make those sniveling psychologists descend into lunacy. I'm tired of the bureaucracy of politics. I'm tired of the complicated life. I'm tired of being pushed around by pencil-jocking dirtbags in some nine by five cubicle on Newark. I spent my entire career officially being and getting nowhere.
I got burned by a punch of pathetic punks. I have no credits, no identity, no history. I might as well be dust in the wind. Quite frankly, I was the top agent in the Liberty Security Force, I'm not simply satisfied with rolling over and dieing in some forsaken abyss. I've watched Mercenaries go to and fro, I've watched them scuttle from one little hole to another. All the while they were nothing more than professional murderers and they took their blood money and impious risks and soon died. But you know what is funny? Not one of 'em ever pulled a trigger. Not guilty at all- Never had anything to do with it. Nothing touched the trigger but the Devil's right hand. But they profited from their deeds just the same, despite them being not the one to blame. All the while I was stuck being played. I ran here, ran there, did this, did that, arrested this, shot at that.
Heck, I'm getting older. I'm tired of having my life siphoned away by the boorish avarice of society and propria. I want to start working for my own benefit, not for the benefit of some suit. I'm willing to cast my lots in with a bunch of inane and clinically psychotic mercenaries to make a few bucks for the sake of it. I really don't care if I'm risking being stabbed in the middle of the night because the voices in someone's head tells them to. At least I know the deal that I'm getting straight up. None of this subtle Machiavellian maneuvering and craft that has gripped everything else. People pay you, you kill stuff. End of story. Dream Job. Sinecure.
You have one of the most highly qualified applicants rusting away in front of you. Normally, the voice in your head, the one in concinnity with what we call reason, would tell you to take him.
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Tiberius Walker, putting flames out and being awesome since Apr 13 2008
[8/17/2008 5:56:46 PM] Aaron (Boss/Jurgen) says: Can't bring myself to say it... Looks like you get the LABC, I've seen what you can do in one
Walker (Albert Wint): I can has win? --- Epyon the Bored: You can haz win. --- [1:18:00 PM] Chris (Niezck) says: I love you <3
[5:55:53 PM] Raisu says: Walker pwned both Battleships(LNS-Texas LNS-Arizona) - [5:55:57 PM] Raisu says: in a cruiser Tiberius Walker, spreading mayhem, destruction, and Spamming Flood since Oct 22 2008
[9:08:25 AM] Gurjiv (Frozen) says: I hope someone gives you AIDs.
[7:15:17 PM] Dylan (Ximen) says: Walker... you have no idea how much fail you bring into this world...
[8:05:08 AM] Ross (SevereTrinity) says: Screw you for making me install FL again
[10:51IE AM] Epyon the Bored says: My god if I ever meet you I am going to strangle you. Tiberius Walker, being better then you since April 30, 2009 â¢
We will remember - We do not Forget - We do not Forgive