[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
[font=Tahoma]Daniella Richmond, born on the twenty fifth of October 789A.S. Mother was killed during birth, and her father commited suicide two weeks later. Daniella was sent to the Illinois Orphanage, Manhattan. Adopted by Thomas Kay 791 A.S.
Thomas Kay, born on the twelth of April 761A.S. [font=System]--ERROR: PARENT RECORDS NOT FOUND--Raised on Planet Los Angeles.[font=System]--ERROR: INFORMATION MISSING-- Chose career of Bounty Hunting, immediate success. Joined Guild 785A.S, purchases "Bottlenose" Class Bounty Hunter Gunship. Known as "Special Kay".
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Daniella Richmond renamed Daniella Kay. Moved to Planet Los Angeles. Father desires Daniella become Bounty Hunter, "Follow in his footsteps". Daniella desires journalism.
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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
Date: 21st September 817A.S. Time: 13.20 - 13.22 Record: 00000009456
[font=Courier New]No doubt you are wondering where the information went. Well, I deleted it from my ships records. Hid the information anyway. The reason I did this is so I can give my own detailed reports on what I was, what I am, and what I am turning into.
I did not start a log before now because I did not know where I was going. But now I know. Now that I know, I can start a log and retrace my steps to find what may of caused it.
My life has finally begun to unfold itself for the eyes of others. Time reveals all, and because of this I wish that time reveals all in the correct context.
I hope you enjoy, because I sure as hell didn't.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
Date: 22nd September 817A.S. Time: 12.48 - 13.12 Record: 00000009457
[font=Book Antiqua]The first memory I have is in the orphanage I spent my first few years in. Illinois Orphanage, I'll never forget that place. I was so innocent back then, I didn't have a care in the world. All I wanted to do was run around and play with the other kids.
My first memory is actually the day I was adopted. We were being shown to a man, later I knew him as my father, who was hoping to adopt a daughter. I was standing in line, looking at him, when another girl stood infront of me, blocking his view of me. Well, I tapped her on the back and instead of a polite request to move she recieved a smack on the nose.
I was only two, I didn't do that bad a job of it. After I'd smacked her she ran away, crying her eyes out. And then I returned to looking at the man, and saw he was looking back at me. And he was grinning.
He adopted me and the next memory I have is the first view of the place I called home for the next sixteen years. It was a countryhouse settled in the mountains, close to the orphanage. My new father was telling me about all the fun we'd have together.
And then my next memory is when I was five. And my father was talking to me about what he did for a job. Was telling me he was a Bounty Hunter, and that he wanted to train me to follow in his footsteps.
And so the training began. Along with school, which I had just started, he was also giving me private lessons whenever he was home. He trained and tutored me, all sorts of different skills. I dont remember them all now, but I know that if I need them I remember them.
My next memory, I'm seven and I'm being told off by my teacher. Some dickhole boy from a year up was giving me trouble, and well, I gave him what was coming to him. A smack on the nose, a foot to the balls and a knew to the face. My father had taught it to me, and I was proud that I had put my new skills into practice. Standing with the teacher was my father, who was doing a little acting.
'You shouldn't hurt people, just ask them to stop,' he said. Then in a lowered voice I could only hear he said 'Good job, you nailed that bastard. You've showed me you're ready for the next level.'
Thats when the training got serious. Double the time, triple the strain. I was pushed over the limit by my father countless times. He wanted me to be in peak physical condition and to know what I needed at an early age.
I remember very little during the next nine years. None of it worth mentioning. Sixteen is the next time something happens that is worth mentioning. I had found a new interest, journalism. I joined our school paper - yes, paper - and was writing stories in no time. Turns out I had an act for it, and my articles attracted hundreds in our school to read the paper again.
I missed training sessions, replaced with journalism and another interest, photography. My father was not impressed at all. We had fights, a lot of fights. Arguments I mean, not really fighting as in throwing punches. But we were driven further and further apart. He convinced me to train an hour a day, but thats all I wanted to do. I didn't actually want to, I just agreed to it to shut him up.
Loads of memories, few worth the time to hear. But when I was twenty I joined the local CNS team, thats when things really changed.
I mean really, really changed.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.