Aristeus
Member
Name: Jorn ´Juice´ Lemonade
Current Rank: Cpt.
Total Kills since joining XCOM: 12
Total missions in XCOM: 8
Audio Log #9:
That were two very interesting missions, first a ship, and then some heavy alien figheters. New alien fighters... new aliens, why do I always get the new aliens? How many more are there?! We have one kind of human, why do they have 4 or even 5, those aliens are rediculous. The ship was pretty interesting, pretty big, and quite a lot af aliens, I had the chance to use my new arc thrower, I'm glad the thing works. My friend Colin also joined the fray, he has a pretty good aim, better than me with the rifle. Well everyone is better than me with the rifle. I also saw Vash, wierd, I never seen him around base, and not many people have spoken to him, pretty wired.
*Jorn thinks and it's quiet for a moment*
My hart skiped a beat in the last mission we got pinned down, yes... we were in a real pickle, a really big pickle, I'm hungry, a pickle is some kind of food right? Yeah, I sould ask the kitchen for some pickles. No. No more jokes. No more slacking off! No more goofing around dammit! Because I did well on my first mission, doesn't mean that it will be always like that. My comrades were in danger because of me. Because I failed. Because I failed, they had to clean up after me! They almost got hurt because of me! *You hear a bit of sniffing* It was not only the rifle, it was also my arrogance! Why am I even Captain! I should still be a fucking squaddie!
This stupid organization! Why does the commander even think I'm worthy of a Captain, why does even anyone even think I'm worthy, that I'm capable of being a Captain. They must be asking themself the same thing. *Jorn slams on the table* I don't do shit, Zhang is cleaning up all the dirty work. I don't know anything that happens around base, I knew about the trial because Colin fucking told me! I suck at everything! I lose with boxing, I even lose with chess, I lose with everything, I can do nothing right. I'm just a loser with a big name! I dont even take my responsibilities.*Jorn is crying and it's silent.* All I can do is shoot!
No more jokes.... No more slacking of... What I did until now is not enough!
I... think I need to rest for a whyile. I need to think... *Jorn lets out a deep sigh* I hope no one heard that. *Jorn wipes of his tears and sniffs* I'm going to bed, Lemonade out.
--] End of log
Current Rank: Cpt.
Total Kills since joining XCOM: 12
Total missions in XCOM: 8
Audio Log #9:
That were two very interesting missions, first a ship, and then some heavy alien figheters. New alien fighters... new aliens, why do I always get the new aliens? How many more are there?! We have one kind of human, why do they have 4 or even 5, those aliens are rediculous. The ship was pretty interesting, pretty big, and quite a lot af aliens, I had the chance to use my new arc thrower, I'm glad the thing works. My friend Colin also joined the fray, he has a pretty good aim, better than me with the rifle. Well everyone is better than me with the rifle. I also saw Vash, wierd, I never seen him around base, and not many people have spoken to him, pretty wired.
*Jorn thinks and it's quiet for a moment*
My hart skiped a beat in the last mission we got pinned down, yes... we were in a real pickle, a really big pickle, I'm hungry, a pickle is some kind of food right? Yeah, I sould ask the kitchen for some pickles. No. No more jokes. No more slacking off! No more goofing around dammit! Because I did well on my first mission, doesn't mean that it will be always like that. My comrades were in danger because of me. Because I failed. Because I failed, they had to clean up after me! They almost got hurt because of me! *You hear a bit of sniffing* It was not only the rifle, it was also my arrogance! Why am I even Captain! I should still be a fucking squaddie!
This stupid organization! Why does the commander even think I'm worthy of a Captain, why does even anyone even think I'm worthy, that I'm capable of being a Captain. They must be asking themself the same thing. *Jorn slams on the table* I don't do shit, Zhang is cleaning up all the dirty work. I don't know anything that happens around base, I knew about the trial because Colin fucking told me! I suck at everything! I lose with boxing, I even lose with chess, I lose with everything, I can do nothing right. I'm just a loser with a big name! I dont even take my responsibilities.*Jorn is crying and it's silent.* All I can do is shoot!
No more jokes.... No more slacking of... What I did until now is not enough!
I... think I need to rest for a whyile. I need to think... *Jorn lets out a deep sigh* I hope no one heard that. *Jorn wipes of his tears and sniffs* I'm going to bed, Lemonade out.
--] End of log