I should have thought of this sooner because a fair amount things have happened since the start of our little expedition into the Dinosaur Swamps. I plan on keeping this entry short, on the grounds that I feel like it. I started this journey as a generic mercenary assigned to keep an eye on the technical support crew, now believe me, I knew that once combat broke out that would change real quick and I would be given more exciting work, which I wanted to happen. However, I did not think that I would so quickly be given a much more important job... One of the creepy twin's baby sitters. We are barely off the ground before we are being pursued by a group of gargoyles, of course in our fearless leaders infinite wisdom he decides to send an advance team forward to negotiate with these demons in the hopes of getting them to leave without a fight. I was selected to ride in a hovercraft piloted be the Crazy Child Wonders themselves along with Chief to keep them safe and play back up to Mac and Slick. And wouldn't you know it the demons were hostile. Lucky for us there were not enough of them to be a real threat, unlike the ridiculous fairies that invaded our camp. I felt pretty safe during their little "party", but if not for Buster and quick thinking it would have been far more troublesome for the rest of the crew. Then the fools want to put the man on trial, he saved most of those idiots lives and they want to execute him. I would have sacrificed far more than three to get those annoying Fae out of our hair. At this point I have been made a permanent member of the scouting initiative despite me complete lack of experience in doing so. On the bright side I was able to partially open up to the rest of the team so I do not have to war that restrictive armor anymore, it slows me down far too much. It was a good thing I revealed some of my more cybernetic capabilities to the team, otherwise the shemarrian warriors who tried to capture me would have been a lot more difficult to explain, apparently thinking I am a cyborg is good enough reason for them to think the shemarrians would be interested in me. They were not to hard to dispatch, unless you ask Mac, I bet he has a different answer, man the made him look ugly for a bit! Other than that we made it to Charlotte, I bought some pre-rifts vids to give Shakes so I can hear some new voices from him, blew off a bandits head and a juicers arm, showed almost the whole caravan I can fly, and gave a lizard man a new hole in his face. I think that is about it, other than the fact that I met Shakes from the future, I am still not sure about that one, but I am sure it will be fine. I did also kill four bystanders, it worries me a little that I don't even care. Best. Mugging. Ever!
I record this here, inside my internal hard drive, in the hopes of fulfilling two objectives. The first is for myself, to ensure that I am able to keep an eye on my personality. I need to be certain that I am not slowly changing due to hidden programming or compromised by outside influence. Should I no longer recognize the person I once was I will be able to identify it as a problem and take corrective measures to keep my humanity, or at least what is less of it. I am sometimes finding moral lines I once thought of as clear becoming a blur. The secondary objective is to find something to occupy my mind during the many periods of pure boredom that exist on this convoy. I can only listen to the drivel most of the mercenaries on this expedition are capable of exuding for so long before I lose all interest.
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