Target Practice

I swear, the internet at the Mansion is the worst quality ever invented or something. I don’t even…..gah. The internet here sucks, and was(/still is?) down—yet again—for…..I don’t even know how long this time.

Long enough for Ire to notice, and that’s saying something. –Thia

Thia and I are in town, grocery shopping and the like. We are currently at some internet café—and until now I did not know such a thing existed. Sad, isn’t it?

Anyways…..my training is still going well. Thia had the good sense to stop trying to get me to use throwing weapons after I sliced my wrist open. Now we’ve moved onto guns—which I figured would not end well. Happily though, I have not shot myself—or any of his teammates—and am in fact a crack shot with a 9mm Glock. No really. I am. I shot well with all the guns I tried—and yet Thia still won’t let me shoot any of her sniper rifles. :(

My collection of wounds have all but healed now, which I think is strange. I thought it took people longer to get over cracked ribs and lacerations? I could be wrong, though. I don’t know. Could be a proxy thing.