BMPixy
Well-Known Member
Name: Richard Foulke
Current Rank: Trainee
Mission Name: N/A
Mission Objective: N/A
Kills This Mission: N/A
Total Kills since joining XCOM: N/A
Status: Recovering
Promotion?: N/A
Journal Entry:
--March Seventeenth, Two Thousand and Fifteen, 0529 Local Time--
Oh deity, it is boring. Least the Doc left to catch a few Zs, ‘fore the team comes back from the mission going out, so now I can dictate these logs verbally rather than risk Carpal Tunnel Syndrome with this clunky touch-screen interface. Oh well, least the Doc said I’ll be out of here in ten hours or so, just gotta let the meds finish their job. Amazing how far medicine has come recently. We can heal fractured ribs inside a day, and a person can be brought back from the brink of death in a couple weeks. SCIENCE! And then boredom strikes again. Hmm, I wonder if he’d mind if I stretch my le-GAH, ribs jutting into diaphragm, back to lying down.
Man, never really appreciated the ability to sit up until now. And believe me, I will take advantage of it when I get out of here. Probably should compile a list of things to do when I get out of here. Sit-ups, talk to the Freud, get to know people, thank Ayame for pulling me out of that corpse locker and give her the gun lessons, and type up a stereotypically British strongly-worded letter to the Commander about his negligence causing my brother to be abducted.
Oh, hey there. Doc’s out if you were here to see him. Wait. You didn’t happen to hear that last last part, did you? Dammit.
Log deactivation.
Current Rank: Trainee
Mission Name: N/A
Mission Objective: N/A
Kills This Mission: N/A
Total Kills since joining XCOM: N/A
Status: Recovering
Promotion?: N/A
Journal Entry:
--March Seventeenth, Two Thousand and Fifteen, 0529 Local Time--
Oh deity, it is boring. Least the Doc left to catch a few Zs, ‘fore the team comes back from the mission going out, so now I can dictate these logs verbally rather than risk Carpal Tunnel Syndrome with this clunky touch-screen interface. Oh well, least the Doc said I’ll be out of here in ten hours or so, just gotta let the meds finish their job. Amazing how far medicine has come recently. We can heal fractured ribs inside a day, and a person can be brought back from the brink of death in a couple weeks. SCIENCE! And then boredom strikes again. Hmm, I wonder if he’d mind if I stretch my le-GAH, ribs jutting into diaphragm, back to lying down.
Man, never really appreciated the ability to sit up until now. And believe me, I will take advantage of it when I get out of here. Probably should compile a list of things to do when I get out of here. Sit-ups, talk to the Freud, get to know people, thank Ayame for pulling me out of that corpse locker and give her the gun lessons, and type up a stereotypically British strongly-worded letter to the Commander about his negligence causing my brother to be abducted.
Oh, hey there. Doc’s out if you were here to see him. Wait. You didn’t happen to hear that last last part, did you? Dammit.
Log deactivation.