CURRENT LOCATION STATUS: MAINE - STABLE
CURRENT PHYSICAL HEALTH STATUS: STABLE
CURRENT MENTAL HEALTH STATUS: STABLE
CURRENT GOAL STATUS:UNCHANGED
I opened the box yesterday, inside was a
, wait for it, PISTOL, Yaaaaayyyyyy, looks like someone found out I had no weapon. Its a mass produced ass copy of a MC96 though, I don't even care its a weapon. But it came with no ammunition, like what the hell? I can't waltz in and buy ammo for it, not old enough yet. God damn, I needed some self defense and I got my wish half fulfilled.
In other news, let me tell you what happened today.
Went to pick up some supplies, I hadn't eaten since I got to Maine. Decided to go have a detour to a Mcdonald's to hold me over until I get some real food. As I walk back out, someone leaped out of assfuck nowhere and grabbed my bag before running faster than the speed of sound.
Damn it, bad part of town. Always the bad part of town.
In other news, SOMETHING WORTH MENTIONING!
Since you are ninety nine percent to get wrecked in a slender encounter alone, I plan on defying my "Lone wolf" rule slightly, if I can meet some people, form like a squad or something, we might have a higher chance of survival. I am still attempting to find Shamshel but he is a cryptic fucker and can't do anything non vaguely. Must be a side effect of working with it.
No follow up yet, I don't feel like writing.