It's all fun and games until...
...someone makes fun of my height!
[color=#FFFFFF]Somewhere inside the crowded Baltimore Bar you could hear Lazuli, Crimson, Copper, Cardinal, basically the whole damned crew having a blast. Drinks were passed and jokes were told.
Everybody was having fun... well, except one guy. Valerik Yanovski, also known as Ghost Reaver. Oh don't get me wrong he was drinking, hella lot. But he poured that Vodka in solitude. Because every time they came to Baltimore Bar he would push himself into a corner, place some bottles next to him and open up his small notebook.
Nobody ever knew what he wrote in it - and one time Copper, being the drunken person that he was, actually dared to ask Valerik. A lot of things happened that night. But let's just say it ended up with both of them being thrown out by the guards.
Suffice to say, his notebook was a collection of thoughts colored by passionate hatred and wrath. It was a list, a list of names. And each name written down represented yet another shortcoming of his life. The word "short", being emphasized here.
In other words. Those certain people who made fun of his height, their names got written down here. They would be attacked if seen. They would be hunted. Until, revenge was claimed.
[color=#FFFFFF]Aha! Ze first name. Zis little punk will pay for what he said about me. Me trying to "reach" my target? My search for "short" bounties? MY "LITTLE" SHIP!? WHEN I FIND ZIS BASTERD I WILL SLICE HIS FACE SO BAD HE WILL BE MISTAKEN FOR ZE WILDE!
[color=#FFFFFF]Zis basterd must pay! So he comes to ze Kreuzberg Depot and asks some stupid questions da. And I sit zere helping Copper to look out for some Junker dude we were after and I tell zis guy to get lost. Next thing you know he calls me SHORT-tempered.
I WAS FURIOUS, HOW COULD HE CALL ME SHORT-TEMPERED?!
So I hunt him down all the way to Battleship Strausberg and we start to fight. A few minutes passed and suddenly two of zese stupid mines hits my ship which causes it to explode! And he stands zere laughing at me calling it a SHORT-fight! If I ever see him again I will rip his guts out and shove it down his mouth!