[Private; Hackable] Leaving the Group
I've decided. I'm leaving the party. This whole saving the world business? Not for me. Leave that to the "heroes." I'm tired of running into those Prophet freaks. Virginia and the others ... I've had nothing but trouble every since I met them.
I don't care about the money anymore. I'll tighten my belt until I find a job. No more charity work for me.
Guess I should leave a note for them, before I cut out. It's the least I could do. I'll practice writing it out here, until I get it right.
Dear Virginia.
By the time you read this, I'll be long gone. Things just aren't working out the way I had planned. We haven't made any money since Jolly Roger (which, need I remind you, I earned on my own, fair and square). Charity work and research missions aren't exactly my idea of profitable Drifter work.
Look, I got nothing against you guys personally. It's just ... we're not a very compatible Drifter group. We all want different things. I wanna make money, and you wanna learn about Filgaia's history. Those two goals just don't mesh up. Besides, you don't really need me around anyway. You've still got Gallows and Clive. They're good guys, and they'll watch your back.
I never asked for this. Somehow, I just ended up being dragged into this whole business with the Guardians. And as long as I hang around you guys, Janus and the Prophets will continue to harass me. Sorry, but I've gotta look out for myself. I'll find my own way in the world, and I'll continue to search for my memories without your help.
Anyway, I hope you guys find whatever you're searching for. Good luck with all that.
Sincerely,
Jet
P.S. - I'm taking the Gale Claw Medium with me. I mean, it does belong to me, after all.
I don't care about the money anymore. I'll tighten my belt until I find a job. No more charity work for me.
Guess I should leave a note for them, before I cut out. It's the least I could do. I'll practice writing it out here, until I get it right.
Dear Virginia.
By the time you read this, I'll be long gone. Things just aren't working out the way I had planned. We haven't made any money since Jolly Roger (which, need I remind you, I earned on my own, fair and square). Charity work and research missions aren't exactly my idea of profitable Drifter work.
Look, I got nothing against you guys personally. It's just ... we're not a very compatible Drifter group. We all want different things. I wanna make money, and you wanna learn about Filgaia's history. Those two goals just don't mesh up. Besides, you don't really need me around anyway. You've still got Gallows and Clive. They're good guys, and they'll watch your back.
I never asked for this. Somehow, I just ended up being dragged into this whole business with the Guardians. And as long as I hang around you guys, Janus and the Prophets will continue to harass me. Sorry, but I've gotta look out for myself. I'll find my own way in the world, and I'll continue to search for my memories without your help.
Anyway, I hope you guys find whatever you're searching for. Good luck with all that.
Sincerely,
Jet
P.S. - I'm taking the Gale Claw Medium with me. I mean, it does belong to me, after all.