Warning Shots Shouldn't Hit

FUCK YOU! Stupid flying metal asshole mother fucker!!!!!! Who the hell blast holes in a freaking transport to warn it to turn around! You shoot near! You blast a warning! You use a freaking com-system! Apparently anything short of total antihalation is gentle!
 
We aren't in purgatory we are in hell. Somehow in a time of peace we wandered into a war zone, where apparently it's just fine to shoot at people to tell them to go away, instead of saying go away. I'm going to try that. To hell with words, I'm using lead! Oh wait, I'll go to jail... If I ever meet that megaton asshole again, I'll rewire him from here to next week! I'll turn him from a war machine to a barista bot with a pink paint job!
 
I had to spend two days semi-patching the guild transport. I can't freaking go home like this!!! They will skin me alive! Somehow, we made it to town. Traveling by night on a beetle. This kid is smart and handy. I gotta say I like her style. The cat... he's growing on me. Princess is still an odd duck, but she means well. Even though she is the back seat driver of all things battle related. Here I am trying to save us from magic sickness and boost our shields, then defending us from danger and she's yelling at me! Who does that? Who takes the time to criticize you while you are fighting a metal tiger and a death ray?
 
Don't get me wrong, she and princess toad. Mostly princess toad... saved our bacon. So I owe her a big one and I'll look out for her. She's a gal, she's new to everything, and the wings are a problem. Thank the gods for that weird backpack that makes her look like the most beautiful overly prepared backpacker on the planet. Reminds me of tinking camp when one of the kids brought nearly every tool he had. Damn thing was bigger than he was so he just built legs for it. Not sure why he strapped it to his back? Eh, kids will be kids.
 
As the day winds down I'm glad the cat agrees that something fishy is going on inside Black Axe. He's no dummy. Plus he has access to some sweet tech. I get the feeling that working with these people might be pretty enlightening, if I don't wind up well and truly dead. But, I have two girls to watch over, oddly I am less worried about the teenager, at least when it comes to holding her own... and a cat whose skin I am now oddly worried about. Someone set him up and he kinda reminds me of myself. I get the feeling that he's like me, just trying to move his way up the ranks and prove himself. Now he's wanted and I've got to redeem myself and the transport. Looks like I'm sticking around for a while.
 
Let's end today with what I'm grateful for... I'm alive, I have a new gun, and I had ice cream.
 
Good night!
 
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