We arrived planetside, guns blazing, except for Ace who prefers to do "research" before even loading his blaster.
He tapped away on his laptop happily until I accidentally caused a jaw or something like that to land on his keyboard. I was like, "Dude! Oh fuck!" which is as close as I'm likely to get to apologizing, you know.
The blasters are complicated. They fire, like, microwaves and uh those subatomic particles that go back in time, I think. If I aim for the head, sometimes I can kill a man like-- a half an hour ago.
He has to be sitting still, though.
The locals were restless and we could tell because they returned fire immediately as we touched down on top of the tallest local structure. Also, Ace said that reviews of the local theatre scene indicated heavy undercurrents of rage and paranoia and anti-imperialist sentiment.
Ace only has four medals. And he doesn't even wear them.
I wear every single medal I own even though these suits are really thin, like tin foil made of plastic.
When my blaster is drawn I have to aim carefully because my arms are heavy with medals.
I am the fucking best.
1. today is nice
3. happy yesterdays
8. thanks for hosting
4. doing other things
(Proof that I am the only one reading.)