Smokin' with Logan

[Zeltak]

[font=Palatino Linotype]April 08, 818 AS
Fourteenth entry.

[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,

Well well, things sure are different when ya' start hangin' out with the criminal kids from the block.

This 'ole charade started out with myself stumblin' into two very familiar Rogue fellas. As expected, things started out pretty damn hostile. But what ya'know? A couple of credits there, some vodka here an' ya' have ya'self some new pals.

Best part? Ya' go out together an' start shakin' up all those damn whiny Traders that require three frickin' nannies constantly. One to read 'em bedtime stories, the other to take care of the diapers and the last one to teach 'em how to speak.

Of course not only did we blast those suckers good, we also robbed 'em of their diapers so they would shi* their pants, literally.

Now later on I hooked up with some of those Hellfire "look-at-us-we-are-traitors-an'-we-have-a-silly-name" Legion. Helped those boys out blastin' Navy Dreadnoughts and their bright "Tactical Commanders". The only tactical thing 'bout 'em is that they know how to make a nice explosion.

So in short, I'm beginnin' to get liked by these fellas, although the company of some ladies wouldn't hurt. But I say to myself, "Don't worry Logan, it's you we are talkin' 'bout."