I was born in a rich family. I never felt the need of life. My dad brought money and my mother was the one who was taking care of me. Around the age of 8 i wanted to play with games with the slaves that my dad owned. It was a great day, but when my parents arrived home, they got really mad and they yelled at me for the first time. That was the first time i saw my father getting mad.
In the next day early that morning my mum invited me to her bedroom and she started explaining that the kids i was playing a day ago were slaves; they are obliged to serve us, not interact with us. I asked why mom ,,Mamma, perché non posso riprodurli?'' (Mother,why can't play with them)
and she got mad and started to re-explaing all she told me in the 3 hours i laying in the bed.
So school started. I was in a class with poor children. They laughed about me all day long so when the 4th grade finished i was really scared and anti-social and it was hard to make friends.
With the last bit of hope i started the 5th grade. The first two years were awful. Kids had groups already made and they seemed not to be accepting new members. 7th grade was a lot of fun, because i have i found my first real friend. He wasn't the richest one but my parents liked him a lot and so did i. I was spending a lot of time with him. We got in a stage where we were like brothers. If i called him and told him i need he to be at my house in ten minutes he would always be there right at the ten minutes mark. But he was older then me and when i started 9th grade he started his high school so our relationship started to freeze.
12th grade arrives and now look at us 30 dumb-asses who don't know what are they gonna do after. I was then only one how was sure that i will be entering the Contari Outcast Family as my dad done and my grandpa was.
Now look at me here siting in my chair with bunch of stupid papers and writing my story. The years which have passed have been full of life changing moments. Even tho people say that after you finish collage and high-school you are gonna be mature and stuff but i still consider my self a kid, better saying i have kid's heart.
We the Outcasts have as much of a fun military life and a sad and hard one because we cannot retreat from army .
Transmiting for
MNS-Malta
Lancier Angelo
Since our last rids in into the TAUS the Miner and the Transports stared dreaming that the pirates are under extinction. Well sadly for you we are here back as we told you last time. God i still have an insane pain from the last fight with IMG and MiCo vessel, but thankfuly to the honorable Capitain of MNS-Flame-and -Ice i am now here . He decided to fly inder big risks in Liberty to get what i wanted and what i needed . Even now he didin't wanted to tell me what was his name or he did and one night befor i had to leave be brain washed me , how know ?! So after a cuple of weeks of the only amusament was to watch how the grass grown , i had the ocasion to roam around thd Taus . I was surprised that lots of traders gaved me money with no argoue , maby is our nice month of pirating , how know! ,, I know shouted one of my chiefs" . That man is crazy is swear!
But he is the one how keeps my Tridente in a good shape.