Pitch Black

[valen]

PERSONAL LOG
Michael Valen
Entry # 83

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"Haha! Those were some fun times indeed. I have to replay them sometimes. There is a lot of people who will serve me as Caroline and The Old Man in my replay. The Universe is full with them!" - Michael began recording as he was plotting in the coordinates for the auto-pilot.

**LOCATION SET: CORONADO SYSTEM**

"Arthur, I'll be coming soon. Haha! You won't even know what hit you. After you, no loose ends will remain, and only my personal pleasure will be to satisfy. Mmmm I still have the taste of the Bretonian woman in my mouth! I can't wait to get me a new one!"

Michael stood up from the seat in the cockpit, and let the auto-pilot fly him. He approached the body armor, reaching for it, placing his hand on it. He was observing it, clearly obsessed with it.

He was used to the armor, with it he could do unimaginable things. Outrun, outpower, outlast anyone and anything. His reflexes were at an amazing rate and the reaction time reduced to a minimum. His strength was increasing with the armor, but as he grew used to it, his body was growing strong as well.

He used to be addicted to the armor, shaking when he was not wearing it, but he is learning to control himself. But still, the armor is first in his heart, cannot live without it.

*Click*

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