UNIT: 350
DIVISION: NOVA
CLEARANCE: 03


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Subject: Log 01

<::|| As the video log starts, you see the face of a CCA officer with his mask off, staring at something off to the left of the screen.  He has black hair and brown eyes, as well as bags under his eyes from obvious distress.  He is sitting in a chair with a yellow can in his hands.  He speaks with a French accent.

This is unit 350.  It took me a little while, but I finally convinced myself to start keeping video logs, as if tomorrow would my last day alive. He snorts, an uneasy smile on his face For me, this is cleareur and more present dangeur with every passing day. I'd let myself get stabbed again just so I could redo my days as a recruit. The smale fades from his face, replaced by a look of dread  Instead, I find myself on the verge of being relocated off-world.  I didn't believe the rumors at first, but it started to become clearer to me that the High Command had something in store for me.  Yesterday, Feur-Oh-One told me that the SeC pondeured having me amputated, but decided against it because I wasn't worth his time.  350 takes a long swig from the can.  He then stays silent for a little bit, pondering his last few words  The last few days have reawakened my resolve.  In fact, being on Death's doorstep isn't so bad, really.  It teaches you discipline, that mission faileur will result in harsh punishment.  He takes another swig from the can It's also taught me the vice of mortality. ||::>

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Leomarr, if you are reading this, I don't want to sound butthurt, but there are some things I need to say to help promote mutual understanding.  If you are not Leomarr, allow me to explain my frustration:

I was patrolling in the plaza when I came upon 155 arguing with some black street gamer.  Assuming that 155 had the situation handled, I went back on my business.  Next thing I know, I see the black man running with 155 in hot pursuit.  Unsure of what to do, I gave chase, when I caught up to him at the edge of the D2 tunnel, I pulled my pistol and shot him.  Next thing I know, 155 is staring at me and I am being physgunned by Leomarr.  Within less than a minute I found myself slapped with two blackmarks.

Now, if Leomarr is reading this, I don't want to rage to you THAT I received blackmarks, I merely wish to know WHY I received them for an OOC mis-judgement.  For clarity, I'll go into depth with it.  There were many things that made me pull the trigger, but in general, one defines all of them:  Instinct.  Put yourself in my shoes:  As a CCA officer, you see an EpU chasing a black male who seemed to not be showing much fear towards the officer.  Add to that that in the split second before you shoot him you see him crouching, you would think him a minge, too.

In short, Leomarr,  I merely wish to say that I shot you instinctually, and I consider unfair that you put me one step from hell because I did something that I see happen everyday.  As a final word:  Couldn't you have just respawned yourself and started  over before I shot you?  Not all learning experiences involve harsh punishments.

Ok, for some reason, every time I try to load a singleplayer game, it takes me to some Raven's build server.  I can't remember when this started, but it has been going on for a long time.