was incredibly feverish monday night and the idea i kept returning to between dreams was a dinosaur comics-type strip about a rich madame setting herself up for an instant_loss from the maids around her that never comes, with the only changes in art being her pose and them looking at her strangely
vandal in marathon is so fun because you can run anywhere in thirty seconds. to a contract. to an exfil. to another dude shooting you because you were running too fast to look around. that's what it's all about
inexplicably nice encounter on rook where a guy saw me ransacking hauler before i saw him, crouched a couple times, dropped 600 of salvage, and ran off. i'm trying to be violent and evil how could you do this to me