I find myself at odds with logic. While I had originally hung around this group of misfits in hopes of making a few sales, I am begining to think of them almost as friends. They….we continually find ourselves in bizarre, unexplainable situations. I feel as though death is always just around the corner.

This past evening we found ourselves in a train of horror. To make things more interesting, we found a young man dressed in odd clothing with the word NIRVANA emblazoned on his chest. He was also wearing a weird headband he claimed played music. I took a peek at the newspaper he carried and saw the date was marked 1994. I can’t fully grasp this as a reality.

To make things worse, I killed a God to save my companions and Still Can’t Seem To Convince Them of the quality I a D.P. Firearm. I’m simply wasting my own ammunition without gaining any prodfit.

At least I get to play with my cannons.