The Joker

[The Joker]

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[font=Trebuchet Ms]No one reads mine nor sends any transmissions to me any more so from now on in - I'll be sending it to myself so I wouldn't get lonely when my sluts have a free-activity day.

Lots of things happened to me these last few months. [color=#33CC00]After a one-month vacation and record selling debut album Jailhouse Joke, I returned to see the most of my thugs wasted from booze and drugs. Some of them couldn't even speak to me so I had them executed. The rest of em are working only part time, either because of kill saturation or college or family obligations. I'm left all by myself sometimes, gathering all sorts of strangers with me, venturing into cold and evil space... out... there. In the cold.

I increased my presence in Rheinland. Have loads of fun there when those RMeys and RFPsees are done with working in bakeries on their strudel prototypes. Met all kind of silly folk there, strange in their head. RHA seems to like me a lot nowadays and I've also found several friends among those ASGs. Those VF folk seem to like me as well, except that bitch leader Viktoria who's getting too much frustrated out of lack of sex, or none at all. I think she's in love with me but I'm not really fond of older chicks.

In Bretonia my presence is reduced. After Mollys signed that stupid treaty with BAF, I find it to be boring there. Nothing much is happening. I got tired of miners there. Bunch of idiots with water lasers mining for slice of idiotic Sirius dream. BAF increased their presence in Dublin, who knows why. I doubt it's because of those silly Irish Indian tribe. I took em out once out of pure boredom but I didn't manage to get their hot squaw warming her tent for me.

Describing Liberty would require 1543 entries so I'll try to keep it as shorter as possible. LRs and LHs don't like me very much, officials I mean. They never did but it doesn't really matter. I get a huge support from their indies. I'm forbidden to dock at their bases, and if there wasn't Rochester base and Junker's warm welcomes, I'd be lost in space there. Furthermore I guess those V-Raiders are kinda neutral to me. When I gather up with my followers, we bother those Navy idiots and those donut suckers as well. Also Marines started showing up. So much diversities out there. Sometimes I feel like I'm on piazza, can't decide which grocery to buy or steal. Nevertheless, with a help of my minions, I manage to tighten my grip from time to time. Those damn Hale's Angels started showing up as well. They're damn good. They're probably inspired by their leader's weird hairdo which makes them so efficient in combat but fun to fight against as well.

I had a pleasant conversation with a captain of LNS-Tundra. Roberty is his name, he was very polite. Interesting nommie fella. Offered my help if they ever find themselves in ever needing one, but not against Zonies of course. I have many friends there.

I venture into Badlands from time to time. Like colors out there. Shades of purple. It's enough inspiring so I find myself sometimes writing jokes on sheets of paper. Also working on my novel, did 2 chapters already but now I'm blocked. I think I've found a pretty good name for it I didn't know that the Joke was on me.

It's going to be a best-seller. I'll ask Doc Holliday for his opinion once I meet him on a dinner aboard his Med-Force-One.

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