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|Friday, March 28th, 2036|
|Parties and Shotgun wounds
Well, things are beginning to stabilise for me. Creds are coming in steadily, and my deck is slowly going back to its old self. Thanks to Jurgen of course, for being so kind to help me in my deck upgrades. The NW pigs are rather quiet lately. So's Hel, the AI. I don't know whether to be happy or nervous. Its a welcome break from them for sure, but one will always wonder if those pigs are watching us...planning. Whatever it is, I'll be ready.
Dragged myself to Blake's party the night before. 'Dragged' because I'm not one for parties. But I atttended it anyways, as I don't want to be classified as unsociable. Needless to say it was very uncomfortable standing there, not knowing what to do while the others are slinging booze and chatting away. Lucky for me, Cordelia showed up. Just her being there eases the tension I felt from having my comfort zone invaded too much. Don't know why, but she's like this big sister kinda thing. Feels like she's the kind that will kick that big bully's ass for stealing my lunch creds. This is good and bad. Good that I feel safe meatside. Bad that its such an embarrasement having a lady protectin' ya. I think I might need to get myself some weights and beef myself up.
Talking about safety when I'm on the streets...I was shot in the chest and dragged halfway around the city tonight. All for doing an electrical job for somebody they don't like. The shotgun wound was fuckin' bad, woulda killed me in one go if not for my armor. Nevertheless, I was barely conscious and bloody all over while this huge ganger dragged me to a secluded ally. Lucky for me, he only wanted my creds as 'punishment'. Thank god. I was thinking I would wake up in a vat. I'll need to do more background checks on my customers next time. Current Mood: groggy
|Monday, March 24th, 2036|
Things look like its gonna go downhill from here. The first thing in the morning, I was greeted by Heladikos, our resident AI. Our friendly banter slowly turned to news that I would rather not hear. It seems that a few of the local deckers, including me, has been put onto the termination list by NetWatch. Now, even Hel will have to kill us on sight. Dammit, this might not bother Massa, but I'm not up to his level yet in gear and in skill.
To make the day worse, I had my deck fried. Lost over 50 CPUs, and a number of storages and RAMs. Over 3 weeks of hard earned creds down the drain. If it was lost by dueling with a NetWatch agent, I wouldn't make a fuss over it. But this was due to my laziness in not running an IceScan on a door. I was overly confident in my skills and BAM, it backfired. All for a 200c delivery, just not worth it.
Well, I've always liked challenges, so...back to square one.
EDIT: To all you NetWatch pigs who might be reading this...laugh all you want, for now. I'll be back, better than before, just you wait. Current Mood: frustrated
|Sunday, March 23rd, 2036|
|The Sweet Smell of Burnt DNI
Right...so there I was exploring around the matrix like any other day and night. Out of nowhere, the ever annoying NetWatch agent Erinyes rezzes in front of me. What did I do? I ran like 'ell. Ain't gonna compete against 100 over cpus with my lil' ol deck. Unfortunately, he did manage to throw a whole lot of shit on me, and I ended up jacking out with my DNI fried. Hey, at least its not my brain that's fried.
Let me see, this is the third time I've bumped into Erinyes. And its the third time I manage to jack out in time before any major damage was done. Hope my luck will continue to ride with me. The recent heighten security by NetWatch has been a major pain in the ass for many. I'll just have to find a quieter way to ride the lines until I find myself a better deck. Well, off I go to get another DNI implant from the friendly neigborhood doc. Current Mood: aggravated