In which Samus is a broody hermit [audio]
--PERSONAL DATA LOG 20XX07.01.029 SAMUS ARAN. RECORDING...--
It's been nearly two weeks since I've moved off campus. In my opinion, in good timing as the weeks before only served to remind me why I wanted to move out to begin with. "Peace loving" robot announcements, Kamek dying and possessing Olimar, Olimar leaving, Kamek being revived somehow, some more faculty arriving that seem to be straight out of a time flux... now that I think of it, that's all rather tame for the school, isn't it? Beating the crap out of sandbag all week did little to ease my frustrations.
Regardless, I don't regret my decision to move out. He's still so infuriating. He's like a big child starving for attention. Everything reminds me of him. I hate it. This place is big, loaded with equipment, secluded and just what I wanted. I don't have to run out to my ship to see the night's sky unhindered any longer. I don't think I could of stumbled across anything nicer for free. It's also terribly... empty at times, but I'll get used to it soon enough.
Or perhaps not soon enough...
I can't help but notice that I've been trailed the past few nights by a mysterious black motorcycle. Usually two occupants, sometimes just one. Driver has a tall, masculine build, the passenger has a smaller frame, possibly sixteen, maybe seventeen years of age. They both hide their features behind dark visors and dark clothing. I've put to good use those G-Diffusers so I don't leave any tire tracks, and I've taken detours through the forest and into my cloaked ship until I loose them but they're very persistent. Very... tenacious. And stubborn.
Should my mysterious stalker manage to find his way to me he will not like what he finds. I've forgone most of furnishing this place except for the bare essentials in favor of completely updating my security system. All those credits I recently earned are coming in very handy, and I have so much more space to work with compared to that dorm. Gun turret cameras on the perimeter of the roof and in nearby trees, optic scanners and voice recognition on the doors and windows, and I've put the finishing touches on laser grids for the inside. There's few other surprises I'm still working on as well.
Maybe it's a little overkill but that's what I'm supposed to be good at.
I'd just hate to clean up after any messes.
--...END RECORDING.--
It's been nearly two weeks since I've moved off campus. In my opinion, in good timing as the weeks before only served to remind me why I wanted to move out to begin with. "Peace loving" robot announcements, Kamek dying and possessing Olimar, Olimar leaving, Kamek being revived somehow, some more faculty arriving that seem to be straight out of a time flux... now that I think of it, that's all rather tame for the school, isn't it? Beating the crap out of sandbag all week did little to ease my frustrations.
Regardless, I don't regret my decision to move out. He's still so infuriating. He's like a big child starving for attention. Everything reminds me of him. I hate it. This place is big, loaded with equipment, secluded and just what I wanted. I don't have to run out to my ship to see the night's sky unhindered any longer. I don't think I could of stumbled across anything nicer for free. It's also terribly... empty at times, but I'll get used to it soon enough.
Or perhaps not soon enough...
I can't help but notice that I've been trailed the past few nights by a mysterious black motorcycle. Usually two occupants, sometimes just one. Driver has a tall, masculine build, the passenger has a smaller frame, possibly sixteen, maybe seventeen years of age. They both hide their features behind dark visors and dark clothing. I've put to good use those G-Diffusers so I don't leave any tire tracks, and I've taken detours through the forest and into my cloaked ship until I loose them but they're very persistent. Very... tenacious. And stubborn.
Should my mysterious stalker manage to find his way to me he will not like what he finds. I've forgone most of furnishing this place except for the bare essentials in favor of completely updating my security system. All those credits I recently earned are coming in very handy, and I have so much more space to work with compared to that dorm. Gun turret cameras on the perimeter of the roof and in nearby trees, optic scanners and voice recognition on the doors and windows, and I've put the finishing touches on laser grids for the inside. There's few other surprises I'm still working on as well.
Maybe it's a little overkill but that's what I'm supposed to be good at.
I'd just hate to clean up after any messes.
--...END RECORDING.--