Oi there, blokes, Nort Bannen 'ere finally sending in an activity report.
Me'n Mr. Will David did a spot o' minin' last night and it went well enough. No pirates, only a loony Gaian treehugger who was yellin' somethin' about having someone or some lot. I didn't bother talkin' to him since I was busy hagglin' over ore prices with some USI gent. I got a good sell, too. 6k per unit. I'll take that any day.
After I sold that, lot, though, Davey sent me a communication that he managed to sell his Hege' full o' ore for 25 million! Can yeh believe that?! Poor sap's gonna be disappointed when he realizes he's not even gonna profit 3 million on that load if he takes it to Detroit! I wanted to box 'im on the ears for doin' that, but boy, you can't fault a miner for taking whet he can get.
Beyond that, we kept minin' s'more and ran into some some toaster who called himself a "Sentient Machine" and wouldn't respond to us unless we called him "Twelve", yet 'e had a hard time explainin' to us how he came by that name, said somethin' about a Mr. Wayne Gretzky, King o' the Maple Leaves or some nonsense. These machines are an eccentric lot.
We tried haggling some more to get a second load of ore sold, but nobody was interested in giving a reasonable price. Some trader was bold enough to cut me to a 5k offer! Th' nerve! 'E's lucky I didn't bash 'is 'ead in, 'e is.
Anyway, a decent night. I came out richer than when I went in, and got the name of the BMM out there some more.