Ugh' finally back to this horrible place called Liberty. I saw some announcements about the government and how lawful this place is... I almost puked! even the police laugh at that.

I can't believe how dumb people can be these days... tsk Liberty... they'll know me.
In any case, I'll just log whatever I do and keep track of everything, who knows? one learns from mistakes sometimes, and I could burn some time writting these things anyway... helps me get off a little while accompained with a nice drink or two, even that I can't get here in Liberty... curse me wanting to come back.

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To start with, the rogues were friendly enough to give me home in Buffalo, and docking rights in any of their bases... as long as I didn't shoot them and disturb them blah blah. Also they want me to rescue their taken pilots if I see someone with them, they are not giving me any rewards but guess free-load in Buffalo is more than enough. And did I just said 'friendly'? ack whats wrong with me... me friends with the rogues... I admit I am helping them when I can but I don't hang out with such... 'pirates' they happen to hang out with me instead, so whatever. I rather be called, a business partner. Friend... HA! I have got no friends!

So like I was mentioning I arrived at New York peacefully... like usual, navy and police patrol are still dumb as always, never on time and never where they need to be.
So I headed to Rochester to buy a blaster cause the damned rogues couldn't give me one... saying some non-sense about only for rogues and their arsenal pff.

And when I was almost there a Navy official found me by the lanes near Manhattan and started questioning me, he was accompained by another naval or police called 'Scanner'... I don't even know anymore, this place is weird. He was talking some non-sense to himself or something.
But we both came to an agreement, yuck and agreement with the navy... but I had no other option, he had a young rogue on his cargo and I just had to bring that young bloke back home, seems he was shooting something or whatever and got arrested, what an idiot. So I exchanged him for my navy hostage which I caught while heading to Rochester.


Just as the logs mention there was a strange individual called Kitty there... trust me, when I said I saw that Scanner dude and freaked out how he talked to himself, that was saying the least.
Aparently this girl is a 'catgirl' like those you see in TV animations on Kusari, and here I thought I saw everything HA! just when I started assimilating her into the conversation she meowed at me on the comms... you couldn't believe I was trying not to laugh.. like so hard!

Yeah shes sticking with me now... to my bad luck she hangs around Buffalo too, can you believe I saw her waiting for me in front of my room? ugh. Luckily shes not homeless, otherwise I would have to deal with her too. On the same day I met a hacker lady, a very charming and with an enchanting voice, woman. She helped me get some codes I needed that I couldn't get cause I somehow lost my datapad, so I had to get a new one, hence why I am writting this like two days later than when that happened. Luckily also, my datapad is locked and I don't think even a hacker can decode it, or so I hope at least.

For my bad luck on trying to 'get a beer' it went down faster than I expected, a daring freelancer gunboat showed up called The.Juggernaut, an inflated with ego dude that was talking non-sense that even he didn't understood. Unfortunately we couldn't kill it, he was too... squishy, but he couldn't kill us either so I don't know where his rant came from. Shortly after that two Liberty Police officers appeared and decided to 'ruin' our party... although I just wanted to have a few drinks.. jeez. We had to inmediately deal with them, the hacker woman took one, but got taken after by a Freelancer working for the police. A Jax Rogers, bah, one of the major annoyance I have, as I was dealing with that police bloke called JD Masket, the Jax was getting my cat and that rogue Weed, so I got tired cause I can't fight well in that piece of bomber... aahh. And went and killed it, to learn not to mess with Sphinx! useless my cat and that rogue! can't even kill a simple Freelancer... jeez.

Unlucky me, that I got taken out of the fight because I was at my limit... I should mention I wasn't using my beauty I got from the outcasts, I was using a bomber I bought from a bloke who didn't wanted it anymore. So yeah, I told my cat to take my pod and drag me to Rochester, she idiotically mentioned it on public, so we had to divert from there, Masket was left all alone while I told the rogue to destroy my ship and Kitty ran away with my pod... that fool... heh useless police, they can't do their jobs properly so they rely on mercenaries to do it.. just see how I escaped... God! I he had it coming! I swear!

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Well thats it for now, I am signing off. What a nice start huh? injured, in medical, and with no alcohol! the only thing the rogues gives there is Liberty Ale! what a drag!!!!

This place is really starting to creep me out, I am having doubts of ever coming back to this land of no-one! but hey, Malta was even worse, those worshipers... and drug fanatics or what not. But hey, today I found another girl who believes shes a cat, aparently a school girl from Kusari, I can't believe these days people are selling space ships even to minors... what is this world coming to... ha, like I care anyway. She was bold enough to mock me and call me a "Nii-san" or whatever that is.
I must add though, I like kusarian girls the most, heh Kusair is such a fun place for vacations, but she was weirding me out and even "kindly" asked me to get pirated by her, I don't know how many guys she has trapped with that lame excuse but I will not fall for that.

And well a weird LSF joined the talk, I so wanted to deal with tha scum, but this girl just kept pestering me for longer than I expected!

Soon after that my favorite fat guy arrived! yes... that ball of mocks called JD Masket of the Liberty Police. God I wish I could kill him in peace, but nooo everyone has to get in my business, everyone has to pop up and try to "help" me.. everyone wants money and everyone wants to kill police and navy.. hohoho I hate this guys... everyone who cares for money! they are all ignorants! they don't know the real pleasure of killing those damned LSF Navals and Police! and everyone else who think they can stand in your way. That is the true way of a man to show its steel.

But I still can't shake this off! its so frustrating! the way they mock me! everyone! who the hell does everyone thinks I am! that girl taking care of me after getting too beaten up... that police laughing in my face with his mouth full of donuts and coffee! that damned bounty hunter! Scorch! I swear I want to kill him so so bad! everyone... everyone should just die!

Alright, its been an hour! I have since calmed down from the thing I wrote above, with the attached log too. Seriously, I need some fresh air from this piece of rock... and I need a good drink.

Aparently I always manage to gather a bunch of weird people on me all the time. They keep talking non-sense to each other... and then bunching up on me... ugh never lets me do my job properly...
This is so embarrassing... its like I never planned on this... a cat girl, a bunch of weirdos, and a policeman who always manages to take a laugh out of me! nothing is going how I planned... everything is going to hell, I don't even know anymore... I think I am going sick of Liberty. For now, I'll just go take a nap, I am tired, and that catgirl today is in my room, staring at me write this stuff, so I am feeling uneasy.