-TRANSACTIONS LOG- -USER DYNYL GRETCHEN- Generating TRANSACTIONS LOG from dates 2414 to 2415> Generated TRANSACTIONS LOG successfully. You may now edit this entry.> Spoiler -Somewhere in October-10/18/14>Starting out in the frontier +35,000 Pixels 10/21/14>Weapon purchases -12,000 Pixels 10/21/14>Ration purchases -600 Pixels 10/31/14>TOTAL 22,400 Pixels NOTES>Being in the frontier for about two weeks can teach you something. -Somewhere in November-11/01/14>October Total 22,400 Pixels 11/07/14>Fuel purchases -7,000 Pixels 11/??/14>"Work" for Dexter +16,000 Pixels 11/??/14>Gift from Thomas +2,500 Pixels 11/30/14>TOTAL 33,900 Pixels NOTES>Not everybody in this frontier is bad. I miss Fearmarker however. Or Drezzad, whatever he called himself. I didn't think he'd have his ship bombed then captured. Hell, I thought the Knogs left this sector for good! Looks like work for Vivian, my new boss, is gonna be fun for payment however. Gonna be earning lots per week once the shipyard opens up. -Somewhere in December-12/01/14>November Total 33,900 Pixels 12/07/14>Monthly Purchases -7,600 Pixels 12/16/14>Limb replacements -15,000 Pixels 12/25/14>Gift from Lli'can +2,500 Pixels 12/26/14>Port Last Cause donation -5,000 Pixels 12/28/14>Gifting + helping Luke -2060 Pixels 12/31/14>Selling robot +7,600 Pixels 12/31/14>TOTAL 26,840 Pixels NOTES>This frontier has nothing good for me. I've lost my eye, my jaw, my arm, and my ears to the damned satanists. My only purpose to stay here in Antares is to make Port Last what it once was, and to find and kill the cultists. This will not go unnoticed. About Port Last, I'm fucking scared for what may be in store for me. I either die as a lost soul, die as a hero, or live knowing I've killed hundreds of Blackleaves. Only good coming from it is I'll be getting the big bucks. Also, as of 12/28/14, I've seen four people dead. I killed three of them. Next year may determine who I'm becoming. -January through February-01/01/15>December Total 26,840 Pixels [REDACTED] [BALANCE; 0 PIXELS]
Spoiler: [REDACTED] 12/30/14 NOTES>I'm becoming a monster, a worse type of toughening up that I planned. I watched some guy die, I hired him to die, for my dislike personally to him. He didn't mean any harm. He didn't really get Spec killed. I didn't blink when that mercenary put a bullet between his eyes. Brain and blood all over the beampad. Worse of all, I'm craving Bliss. Where the fuck is Skid? Shit.
Spoiler: [REDACTED] 12/31/14 NOTES>I saw Skid today. I tried my best to not make eye-contact. I'm so glad he didn't stop me... if he had, I'd have been OBLIGATED to get some Bliss. I'm trying to stay off of it, and without it, I just want it more. With my friend Vladimir now in-sector, maybe he can help convince me to stop. It doesn't help that I gave the last of my pills to Eddie to have their ingredients scanned. Shit.
Spoiler: [REDACTED] 01/03/15 NOTES>I almost died today. Vireo came back to Antares, this is what we get. We both nearly got trapped in an airlock... the two others that came with us... they got trapped in. I was so afraid I was gonna die when they came back over the intercoms. Fucking damnit, I keep telling myself never to go to distress signals. I know they're more than likely traps, so I try to save whoever goes. But... there were three people. Someone was able to identify one as Arcturus or Arc or whatever. I think he was the space-cowboy looking glitch. I would deepfry him and feed him to seagulls, but it appears he's robotic. And so is my new hand. I'm not saying I hate him, but I catch myself fantasizing about him being attacked by honey badgers, barefoot in a desert of legobricks, near a Numi concert.