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Introduction
Could someone explain, why is that happening? Why does someone have everything he wants: family, happiness, luxury, but someone has dropped outside like puny garbage on the table?
This is one of those questions I ask myself for several years since some conditions expelled me away from the homeland, grabbed my only lovely sister and left me to die on the Sirius frontier. Since every day was a serious challenge for me: there was a first time where I had to murder and rob to pay for couple gallons of fuel and food. Nights were...eternal, cold and hostile like silent miners on the mines, depressive minds had covered me very frequently, sometimes I lost sense to live and I even tried to shot myself, but something forced me to turf this toy away and sleep then. This was happening for a few months until I didn't catch a message from an indefinite person who offered me a place and work in the Independent Worlds against those, who stole everything from me.
And now, a few years later this grief time, I am alongside my so-called "brotherhood" and I am very grateful them to eat, drink, sleep and breath. We are unlawful, but doing useful work - ruining Gallic plans within Tau and Liberty-Bretonia borders, doing everything possible to make their life here very-very hard. Black Army may seem unorganized pathetic herd of dummies, but it isn't true - we organized and united, may defend themselves and our mates, our families and never act against each other.
My life in the Black Army is dynamic and interesting and I decided to create my personal Neural Net log library where I'll write about important events and no one will escape without my attention.
