Chasing the steel.

January 29th, 2012 · No Comments · Ohiska's Grace


Work is scarce in Booty Bay, and I fear I’ll take to petty thievery again to live the life I’ve become accustomed to.

Pride dictates I shouldn’t turn to my old brethren, but a strange compulsion is driving me to seek out Brother Ohiska. It’s as though the fates are conspiring to end me of my¬†predilection¬†for bad behaviour.

The entry seems to devolve into a stream of unintelligible curse words, then a break:

I sometimes wish he had killed me.

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