God, just what did I do to be put through a transformative hell again? If I had a nickel for every time I had to experience a childhood where I went from "Happy-Go-Lucky Kiddo" to "Brooding Barely Functioning Legal Adult" I'd have two fucking nickels. Once for my past, once for the body's past. At least there wasn't some magical energy-force-shit called "eco" fucking with everyone and everything in this life. I don't know what I'd do if I went through another two-year period of dark eco injections. That shit messed me *up.* And no, Samos was absolutely *not* a good caretaker. The older he got, the more I had to walk on eggshells around him. He stopped once he realized I could overpower him. Oh, and don't even get me started on the monks in Spargus, those kooks pissed me off *so* bad. All this "you are tainted" talk made me wanna clock 'em in their painted jaws.
[*sigh*]
Y'know, there's a few people I'd kill to talk to again. Dax, Keira, and Torn, to name a few. Ashelin, too.
And I guess Errol. If only cuz I saw you here once and know I don't need to clock you again for you to know you're outmatched (/lh).
Seriously though, where the fuck *is* everyone?
- Jak (#fictive, source is Jak & Daxter, #luminlupin)
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