Trash


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January 1st 2063 – The City of wasted Water


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It’s all about the Hooves


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What strange Creature is Man

Get this: One of my human counterparts is of the opinion that I am being mobbed on board and that this is the reason why I’ve tried to stay out of everybody’s way recently.

Turians. Mobbed. I would like to see one of those skinny things try. We stick to our hierarchy. But that doesn’t mean that we will tolerate anyone pushing us around. We are a proud people. There us much we can be proud of. Unlike humans, however, we are disciplined. And we take on responsibility for the mistakes that we make. We don’t try to chicken out.

Maybe we are too different after all. I’m not so sure anymore that it was the wise choice to ask not to be transferred.

Lone Gunman

To be on board of a ship full of aliens on a mission that could roughly be considered diplomatic is very weird once you have been told that you should not mingle with them. Read More »

Promises of a long lost Friend

Things just can’t remain good old boring around here. Then again – that’s what made me stay here in the first place. So who am I to complain. Part of the hates it all. The other part loves it. Talk about conflict of interests. Read More »

Farewells

Dearest Lady Amundeville, Read More »

Shattered

God, those blasted headaches… Can somebody just kill me, please? Read More »

Time Warp

No matter how well-phrased, no matter how ill-conceived… My words were slow. Too slow to cause harm. But also too slow to provide help or support. Whatever follows now it stands to reason that I have failed her. Why, the prideful must finally pay his dues. There is only one way to make up for this fatal flaw.

Forgive me.

Also: I’m dead.

Nobody’s got no Class

How very humiliating. There you are, grown man and all. And then a whiff of blood it caught in your nostrils and off you are, seeking fruitlessly a way to obtain it. Because that really is what everything is all about. I managed to bear Coraline’s blood. I managed to bear with that of what I guess was Alex and Rottenmeier. And then Jean walks up in front of me and the best I can do is not go for his throat right then and there. Without ever having had more of it than a drop. Not enough to bind me to him. Yet last night everything I am wanted to let go, have a sip or two and forget myself in that damned taste. Read More »