Hello, my name is Jack

by on September 20, 2011 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I am American born.  I am a United States Marine.  I fought the Shang.  I flew with the Peloran.  Sometimes I still do.  Yes, that does make me an American Cowboy.  I will be until the day I die.  I hope you don’t mind if I really hope that’s a long time in the future.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on September 19, 2011 at 12:01 am
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I was born to be a partner to a fighter pilot.  I was literally born to be a ship.  I am just incredibly happy that Jack didn’t fight me on what kind of ship I would be.  In the ship I am, I can travel anywhere I want.  The only limit is fuel and I can get that on any planet out there.  I really do like being a ship, and I wouldn’t want to be anything else.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on September 18, 2011 at 12:01 am
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I grew up with animals, both normal and uplifted.  I like animals.  They can be some of the nicest people in the world.  Well, all the worlds that is.  The point is, I refuse to meet potential clients in a zoo and I don’t go to them in my free time.  I don’t like seeing people locked up in cages.  Unless they’ve done something to deserve it of course.  That’s a totally different animal there.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on September 17, 2011 at 12:01 am
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I enjoy talking to people.  Discussing subjects about everything from the origin of the universe to whether or not a spork should be considered a real eating implement.  And some people enjoy a good test of wits to boot.  I have to be careful of who I talk to though.  Some people are a challenge and they are fun.  Some people are no challenge at all.  Trust me, there is no achievement in winning a test of wits with an unarmed opponent.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on September 16, 2011 at 12:01 am
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I’ve been in a lot of fightin’ in my life.  The interesting thing is, I don’t have the scars to prove it.  Think about it.  My body works real hard to remove any imperfections, and what is scar tissue but skin that don’t grow right?  I get cut, I bleed, and I hurt, just like everybody.  But when the skin regrows, it’s like it was before.  So no scars.  Tattoos are a real trick too, let me tell yah.

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