One hundred million dollars. One hundred million dollars.
This is it. I just have to split a small percent of the haul with those eurotrash goons and I'm free. That fucking Jap won't know what hit him.
The element of chaos? No chance. Those filthy bastards will be too loaded to muscle up the courage for an uprising.
But alas, I'm getting a tad tired, and got busy day planned tommorrow.
Good night, and best wishes.
If you check your journal, like you ever do that, and see this. Send me a "can be reached" number. I miss you bro.
I killed a big female today. I'm running our of the bastards to slay. But ever since that big one turned it's back on us and turned the prince into an evil bastard, I can't get killing them off my mind. I think there may only be one left, but I'll get him if it kills me. I just hope he says Rothi Dragon, I love his scotish accent.
Today sucked. :\
The general performed an inspection of my fighter, and found my stash of junk food inside of the R5 unit. The entire fleet has been on my ass lately for being over their stupid weight limit. I just can't control my urges, it sucks.
All that changes next week, according to my superiors. They're putting me on a diet:( :( :( :(. If that doesn't work, I'm getting put inside. A desk job? I don't want that shit.
In other news: We got a new mission coming up in three days, and it's a big one. I can't say too much more about it. Spies r everywhere, you know. But, get ready guys. This is either gonna make or break us.
Stay on target, y'all.
Welcome to cinemaphrenic. I'm Brandon, the creator of this community.
This is pretty much a "first post" type of thing. So here's a handshake and a hello for any of you folk who join up.
I'm not going to post the rules and what not here. Check the profile for that.