[[Private, difficult to hack]]Blast! I spent all weekend scouring the town, and I couldn't find my target anywhere! It figures that the one being here whose "death" I have no qualms whatsoever about carrying out -- after all, a robot can be repaired -- is nowhere to be seen ( Read more... )

Well, it's certainly nice to be back in familiar clothes again. And they were even gracious enough to leave the shoulder pack untouched.

[[Marco is currently wearing his X-Laws uniform right now. His shoulder pack, for those who are curious, holds ammunition for his gun (which he doesn't have yet) and a few spare sets of glasses.

...Mother's Day...

[[Marco can be found sitting on his porch, a large plate of pasta in his hands. He tried to recreate his mother's recipe, but failed. It's still plenty edible, though.]]

It doesn't seem like I'll be able to escape any time soon, so I went out and took a job as a mechanic. Though today, they acted like I'd worked that job since graduating high school! I don't know why I get surprised any more. After what happened last week, I need to be ready to expect anything. At least there were no fatalities.

Now...it's only a ( Read more... )

Rrgh! So these drones want a piece of me, do they? While it would be simpler if this hell hadn't stolen Michael from me, I can handle myself unarmed just fine ( Read more... )

I am not happy. Not one bit.

For the past 24 hours, I have been shuffled around against my will every two hours. If anybody knows what's going on, I demand an explanation!

In the meantime, I'd better see who I'm with this time...

[[NOTE: This is backdated to before the event ( Read more... )