Sorry about the absence--had a couple of close calls and I spent most of the week panting in a Safe Room, just me and three square feet of space to sweat freely in, Pigs and Monks crawling the streets looking for me. Me! I'm fucking nobody.
The Pigs are easy enough to explain: They'll go after anybody, no matter how small. This time it's some crazy Captain named Dawson, looks like the original Hitler Youth, blonde hair, blue eyes that dance with this crazy action--creepo. He took notice of me involved in some minor prank, and chose to make my life hell. Maybe I should have just taken my medicine, but something about Dawson scared the shit out of me. I ran.
Always a mistake. I went underground and hoped Dawson would just forget about me, but then the goddamn Monk showed up again--and I swear to god, it tried to kill me.
Some people think I'm crazy, but goddamn it, I'm not kidding--that Monk drew on me and fired, and it was pure luck it missed. But it was a good luck moment, after all, because the shots fired brought Dawson out of hiding--motherfucker had been shadowing me. Me! What the hell a SSF Captain wants with me, I don't know. I think I might have insulted him in some way. Who kills a stupid street rat for an insult?
So: Safe Rooms.
Seems like things have calmed down, though. I think I lost ten pounds sweating it out. Gotta take a chance or I'll just be one of those mummies the Techies find in their Safe Rooms sometimes. Wish me luck.