7.06.06
That damned meteor almost killed me. Took the better part of a year for the doctors to decide I’d be able to leave and survive. A chunk of rock is sitting against my heart. They said if it was going to cause an infection it would have. Probably sterilized by the burn as it fell. They rebuilt part of my rib cage. I’ve got some state of the art titanium ribs now. Miracle my lung wasn’t exploded straight out my back. Lucky to be alive.
Few thousand nigh-immortal nitwits in this town, and I’m the one who catches a fucking shooting star square in the chest. Lucky. Bullshit.
I feel weak. Lying in a bed for months, hooked up to tubes, isn’t good for the leg muscles, I guess. I need a staff just to walk. Be a while before I’ll be able to run again. They say I’m lucky I can even move. Rock could have hit my spine. Lucky me. Almost killed.
Hospital here lets you walk out, if you feel up to it, at least. I’ve heard other places make you sit in a wheel chair. No dignity, that way. At least I left under my own power. Months of therapy ahead of me. Maybe years. With my titanium ribs.
8.14.06
Therapy going fast. These people keep saying miracle. Shouldn’t have been hit in the first place. Miracle. Bastards.
Don’t need the staff to walk any more. Should. Legs getting better fast. Still, lost almost a year of my life, lying in that hospital bed. Still carry the staff. Seems like a part of me. I might try learning some kung fu with it. Get reflexes to knock away meteors, if another one comes my way. Hah.
8.30.06
Holy shit. Just ran five miles in a couple of minutes. Gods. What the hell is going on? Burning in my chest. How did I move that fast?
9.12.06
Got new staff. Extends. Can do some major damage with it, if I want to.
9.25.06
Heard about fast guy. Showed up when I was in the hospital. Runs faster than sound. Spends his time beating up on thugs, fancies himself a superhero. Might have answers about speed. Need to find him.
I’ll go beat up some thugs of my own. May as well. Chest doesn’t burn as much when I run as it did a few days ago. Might run into Crimson, or Flash, or whatever he calls himself.
10.07.06
Feels good to stomp on the chumps. Think I might have broken the rapist’s neck. Oh, well. He deserved it.
Heard something about Crimson Flash. He might spend some time over at the Red Dragon. Should stop by there some time, keep an eye out for him.
That damned meteor almost killed me. Took the better part of a year for the doctors to decide I’d be able to leave and survive. A chunk of rock is sitting against my heart. They said if it was going to cause an infection it would have. Probably sterilized by the burn as it fell. They rebuilt part of my rib cage. I’ve got some state of the art titanium ribs now. Miracle my lung wasn’t exploded straight out my back. Lucky to be alive.
Few thousand nigh-immortal nitwits in this town, and I’m the one who catches a fucking shooting star square in the chest. Lucky. Bullshit.
I feel weak. Lying in a bed for months, hooked up to tubes, isn’t good for the leg muscles, I guess. I need a staff just to walk. Be a while before I’ll be able to run again. They say I’m lucky I can even move. Rock could have hit my spine. Lucky me. Almost killed.
Hospital here lets you walk out, if you feel up to it, at least. I’ve heard other places make you sit in a wheel chair. No dignity, that way. At least I left under my own power. Months of therapy ahead of me. Maybe years. With my titanium ribs.
8.14.06
Therapy going fast. These people keep saying miracle. Shouldn’t have been hit in the first place. Miracle. Bastards.
Don’t need the staff to walk any more. Should. Legs getting better fast. Still, lost almost a year of my life, lying in that hospital bed. Still carry the staff. Seems like a part of me. I might try learning some kung fu with it. Get reflexes to knock away meteors, if another one comes my way. Hah.
8.30.06
Holy shit. Just ran five miles in a couple of minutes. Gods. What the hell is going on? Burning in my chest. How did I move that fast?
9.12.06
Got new staff. Extends. Can do some major damage with it, if I want to.
9.25.06
Heard about fast guy. Showed up when I was in the hospital. Runs faster than sound. Spends his time beating up on thugs, fancies himself a superhero. Might have answers about speed. Need to find him.
I’ll go beat up some thugs of my own. May as well. Chest doesn’t burn as much when I run as it did a few days ago. Might run into Crimson, or Flash, or whatever he calls himself.
10.07.06
Feels good to stomp on the chumps. Think I might have broken the rapist’s neck. Oh, well. He deserved it.
Heard something about Crimson Flash. He might spend some time over at the Red Dragon. Should stop by there some time, keep an eye out for him.