Tomb-Colonies update: got my ass repeatedly near-fatally beat and made like 5 round trips. I am flat broke because I kept buying shrieks to make the maniac's prayers I needed to pay to get there. That villainous Carrywell sang like a damn CANARY when I put her in a corner. Never mind the game saying that I was the one with a dozen rifles pointed at my head the entire time. Misinfo! Convalescing in London before making for the IRON REPUBLIC. I'll teach these Hellish bastards what's what!
Bought a winsome dispossessed orphan and he's like a kid to me. Apparently RS reads him bedtime stories in the laudanum stealing card (free laudanum source by the way). The empire will fall! Making money.














