The Logs of Angrinus

[Shagohad]

The bleak clarity of Liberty was overwhelming. It was as if it hated where it was, so it had a very decent view of Bretonia, Kusari, Rheinland, and the Omicrons. Stupid Liberty. It was enough to anger him.

The Asperitas had undergone modifications after the 'battle' with the Salem. The slivered cruiser's main cannon was now set into the fist, looking like a fancy ring set on the index finger. The engine was added to the hodge-podge of other collected engines set into the cowling. The ship was now a bastardized culmination of war trophies ruled by one incredibly angry man.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE WE, YOU LOSERS?!" He bellowed at his crew.

They didn't wince nor feel fear at his anger. Instead, as one, they screamed, "LIBERTY, YOU DOUCHE!" Angrinus nodded at that. How could he forget? Perhaps it was that aneurysm he suffered two weeks ago. He fondly, yet still angrily, looked back at that event. The LPI thought it would be funny to try and board his craft. They met a sullen Angrinus on the bridge, a broken tequila bottle in one hand, and a very phallic-looking object in the other. There were no survivors. But sadly, he had fought himself into an aneurysm. He was resuscitated in time and immediately punched the man who brought him back, killing him instantly.

"SIR! SOMETHING BIG AND RETARDED ON THE SCANNERS!" A crew member shrieked.

"THEN RAM IT, GOD DAMMIT!" Angrinus screamed back.

"BUT IT'S GOING TO RAM US!"

Angrinus blinked. Then he raged.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"