Topic: Diary of an Outlaw

Transverse Speed Velocity

Date: 2009-03-25 20:19 EST
"Maelstorm Log, GST802.

The - I suppose you could call it a room, rather than an apartment' Anyway.

I have rented out a room in a district they call the West End, in this city the locals call Rhy"Din. It is basic enough, with an en suite bathroom and kitchen. It is nothing too fancy I suppose, but at least there is a comfortable bed here. Sleeping inside of a pod filled with N.C.F does get a little uncomfortable at times, as I am sure the fortunate person listening to these logs will know.

I managed to attain a job cleaning the streets. Doesn't pay well. But at least I manage to buy some meat and beans, which is luxurious compared to rations. Now that I think about it, I need more beer. I've drunk my supply dry'

In other news, they appear to have found me - again. Bounty hunters sometimes are too resourceful for their own good. I hear stories of murderers outsmarting their law hired stalkers with ease. So why the hell can't I get such a lucky break" They better get the idea that I am not going quietly - and fast. I can't keep smuggling bodies out from my apartment every damn night they try to take my head. I have had to replace the front door already, because one of them felt the need to kick the door in.

Good thing I was bothered to set up tripwires. That shotgun made so much of a mess, that I did not get a chance to interrogate him.

Maybe I'll be lucky with tomorrow's customer"

End of Log.?

Transverse Speed Velocity

Date: 2009-03-27 12:22 EST
"Maelstorm Log, GST804.

Apparently I have to wholesale beer by kegs, rather than through crates of cans. I must have died and gone to heaven, because this planet is simply too cheap and simply too damn awesome for the likes of me. I'm beginning to wonder if I should stay here permanently' My ship is low on isotopes, and I doubt they have any around here"

No more bounty hunters, yet. But I bet they're biding their time, probably hiring informants in the city as I speak to learn my current patterns. Maybe I should start taking longer detours in the streets" Or, maybe I should just introduce a bullet to their brain and get it over with for a few days...

AHHHHHHHH! God damn it' Damn it, damn it - goddamn it!

"

One of the kegs, has decided to leak. I'm going to go and not waste what?s on the floor.

End of Log?