[Locked against CLF and those not Wanderer-Friendly]
In the four or so months I've been here, I've seen a lot of mess.
I thought this place might be good for me at first, right? None of the problems of home. No corporation trying to turn us into unfeeling tin robots or somesuch. But I dunno. I miss it. The firefights and espionage. The adrenaline. I gave up everything just to save the world, but it don't need me anymore.
I felt it again, for just a few seconds, fighting some giant scorpion with some lady.
And I realized that, ya know, I need to be a part of all of that mess. I need a bigger cause than myself.
I thought this place might be good for me at first, right? None of the problems of home. No corporation trying to turn us into unfeeling tin robots or somesuch. But I dunno. I miss it. The firefights and espionage. The adrenaline. I gave up everything just to save the world, but it don't need me anymore.
I felt it again, for just a few seconds, fighting some giant scorpion with some lady.
And I realized that, ya know, I need to be a part of all of that mess. I need a bigger cause than myself.