|Pick up the pace...
||[Jul. 15th, 2034|12:14 pm]
Welp, that was a first. Dying I mean. So I wake up in the vat right, stumble out, vomit all the shit outta my lungs. I find that my credstick is actually beefier than I remembered at my last update; of course, buying a new clone fixed that. Anyway, I get back to my apartment ASAP, and I ran down the fucking streets naked, mind you. I go inside and fucking see myself laying dead on the floor next to a Mindseye II. Here's the fun part: I had to fucking undress my corpse, and after putting the very same fucking clothes back on my new body, I fucking drug myself outside and left myself in the street. Holy shit. Now maybe to some people this isn't unusual, but I've never had to fucking do this before, understand.
Anyway, I guess I bought this deck and was fucking around in cyberspace and got my ass killed. How, I don't know. My old self's DNI was thoroughly fried though. I'm pretty damn sure I was scythed, because I don't fuck around with high level HICE. Of course, I don't think I've made anybody mad at me, so it would have to have been just a fucking random attack. I have no proof. Not that it really matters anyway. And now I'm fucking broke again. The deck's okay at least, and it's a pretty fucking nice one too. I'll need to upgrade it soon though.
Do I say 'fuck' a lot? Like, too much? No one's ever complained about it, but I notice it alot in this entry.
Oh well, fuck it.