The Audio Log of a Bullet Sponge

[Typrop]

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Silence is heard for the first 10 minutes of the log, as the pilot simply stares at the camera, holding his head.

"Well, here I am. Gibbering madness one moment, trying to make sure I'm not completely forgotten the other. Sirens. I hear the sirens. They won't stop. Alcohol helps shut them out, though, only barely and briefly. I know I haven't updated this in a while, though, that's because contemplation hasn't been a terribly common practice recently. Ari's gone, taken, her last sound? Click. A singular, unceremonious click. The ship's under new ownership, a Bretonian from a long line of Mollies, hasn't given me his name yet. His speech is unique, to say the least. He knows of the prior owners and the effects of combined long-term Nomad exposure and trauma, shared over exploration and obtaining Azurite Gas. Said effects as well as the fact that I appear to have caused some fairly major political strife has caused me to genuinely consider resigning for the sake of them not having to deal with the turmoil that comes with my presence. It also hasn't helped that participation in the defense of New London from a Nomadic incursion seems to have intensified the mental effects I have experienced."

The pilot begins consuming Liberty Ale, consuming approximately a quarter of the bottle before continuing.

"Ari, Cory, if you can hear this, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to end up like this."

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