Alright, Proof!
Douglas if you are reading this, you will feel quite disappointed to find that I now have a witness account as to the truth! Today it is my elder brother's birthday, and so (of course) he dropped by. He brought cake (in an action that showed me really what he thinks I'm able to provide for myself) and so I asked him this favour.
I wouldn't say I'm obsessed with proving Douglas wrong; I do want you all to see that I'm really not a lusty, lonely captain who just sits at home at night without a friend... As that is farthest thing... from reality.
None the less, as I said I DO have proof! I had my brother look at my computer (the search history in particular) and then write about what he found. I swear I haven't changed a thing. I've blindly copied and pasted, as he has assured me he only wrote the truth. He wrote something to support me on this; I bet you weren't expecting that!
The following is what my brother said;
My name is Simon Creiff, I am 38 years of age, and I here by swear to what I have written here. Just note that I have repeatedly told Marty that this is ridiculous and really he should just calm down, as he is over-exaggerating what this will do to his life.
Now that my paranoid brother is out of the room, I will personally tell you his search history. He seemed to really push that; if you know Marty like I know him, he won't stop until you've done what he wants done. From what I can see there isn't much to tell. Other than aviation searches... he seems to use his computer from 6pm-9pm... then again at 11pm. There is a few time-gaps, but I know how he can get sidetracked easily. I don't then believe that this has anything to do with what Douglas(?) said. Although my brother CONSTANTLY complains about a many number of things (including not having a woman in his life) I honestly can say I don't believe he would risk his computer's safety on those types of sites. I'm not seeing a strong anti-virus system set in place either...
I can tell you a little bit about my brother when he was a kid, though; When Mart was about 11 he was caught by our sister in the neighbor's tree. He was perched just outside the eldest girls' window (to be fair I honestly don't think he realized that was where he was, as he had a book, and was rambling about planes). With him was a card-board box where he'd cut out two 'wings' and taped them to his arms. Our sister didn't believe he was doing what he said, and so Martin jumped out of the tree. He broke his leg (or was it his ankle?), and was always nervous about trees from then on. From then on he was known as 'that strange Ginger down the street'. I think it was because of that nick-name that he'd tried to dye his hair black. He tried to do this by himself, and ended up having terribly streaky hair which didn't help his case much as it was even more of a cause to laugh. My brother has a 'never give up' attitude... even when he should.
I hope that Mart-o comes back into the room soon... I'm not sure what else to say... To 'Douglas Richardson', I am trying to get Marty to come visit me more often, but he seems insulted by that. If you ARE reading this, please push him towards this idea. I know he complains about you (A LOT), but in his own little way I think he really does look up to you. Please be nice to him! He's living in this dorm attic, which really doesn't help his disposition. I know he can be picky, and is sort of girly (he has a hair dryer, shampoo, conditioner, combs, brushes, a diary, ect) but he really puts everything he's got into whatever he does. So please be nice. Anyway, I think I'm just about done... Here's Martin... -Simon Creiff. See? Ha! That... Alright some of what he wrote, looking back on it isn't such a candid way to describe me- HYGIENE IS IMPORTANT FOR A- I was trying to gain air speed velocity, and I healed fine- I AM NOT GIRLY, OR PRISSY- ... In any case... I have been proven innocent by Simon. So... there. Must be off... ... I'll write later... =Captain Martin Creiff=