He died with a smile on his face. He was my father. He was smiling because he knew he no longer had to deal with all the strife and poverty that he had plague the latter years his entire life. It wasn't always bad for him, as he liked to tell me often, as he used to be a member of the LPI and live a good life off of his wages. That was before his ship malfunctioned due to shoddy maintenance and left him paralyzed on one half of a body. However, the pencil pushers that ran the LPI refused to give him disability since the claimed the accident wasn't due to a malfunction of the craft but poor piloting by my father. What a load of BS.
As for me I spent my childhood mother who had left my father while he was still in LPI. Ironically enough, she left him because, "He was too attached to his job". However, I did see my father from time to time during the brief periods in his post-LPI life that he was able to earn enough cash for an apartment. As I grew older, I grew to hate LPI and the pencil pushers that run Liberty more and more for what they did to my father.
Seeing my father embrace death as his only escape was the last straw. I will not... no can not sit idly by anymore. So now I contact you and hope that you accept me into your ranks. I will gladly help you dismantle the corrupt bureaucracy that is currently running Liberty, and I will smile while doing it.
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