Smokin' with Logan

[Zeltak]

[font=Palatino Linotype]January 5, 818 AS
Third entry.

[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,

Hahahaha! Oh this is just too funny... oh man.

So I was strollin' around New York doin' the usual stuff, ya'know, blasting baddies and whatnot. Suddenly, this fella' named Roger-something starts yapping off in the comms tellin' me how I should do MY job. Then he has the frickin' guts to call me an Ensign. Being nothin' below the standards of a good man, I ask for a simple apology. Do I get one? NO!

So I find this chicken-shi* hiding close to the vicinity of Planet Manhattan, and then I ask him again. Only this time, face to face. Well all of a sudden', he wasn't Mr. Tough Guy anymore and decided to walk away, without an apology. Now to me, that sounds like some heavy show of disrespect. By now that fella' asked for it and he got what he deserved.

Smoked him good. Now I just have to deal with that sissy boy crying on high-command's shoulder.

Liberty is becoming a pain in the ass...