:: Porkchop Serum ::

:: Thursday, July 10, 2003 ::

So to recap:

Matt has freed himself from whatever obligation or pressing need was shamefully keeping him from what is most important in this world, Porkchop Serum. The momentum of his enourmous Gordo had pushed him through and up the other side of his most recent emotional nadir. Rejoice, for Matt is back. Perhaps he has a new opportunity before him whereby his dreams of fame and recognition will be realised. One can only hope, for who knows if even four entrees from Chinese McChinky will give Matt the energy to rise from the next valley o' tears. Matt greatly values our steadfastness in keeping up with the blog, specifically me since Sean likes to take week long hiatuses yet likes to complain about no one being around to respond instantly to his latest Te-Tome, because when he finally returns from his weepy sojourns beyond the outstretched arms of radio waves and clickyclacky fingers he finds mind seeds and image-orcs to stimulate his greymatter. Whatever those are.

:: sandy 10:05 PM [+] ::
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RAMCHECK...CPUCHECK.. T-4 mobileXMITstation online
:::initiating carrier:::
61-GG3r modulation spooling...locked
PCM encoder awaiting bitstream:::

Greetings compatriates. Four long hard weeks have finally yeilded some tangible results. My final operation was the Ituri District Commodities Center where last night I was able to acquire the last bits of hardware I needed to set up my surreptitious access junction on the power grid. The electricity is so dirty in the part of the city that everyone is running conditioners. All ya need to do is find a safe tap upstream and they'll never know. At most, it'll look like someone left their machine on before going home for the night. The Tower LIVES!! I told you fucks before where I'm setting up shop, right? The old WarCom building? Idiots built that fucker so damn high that they couldn't tear it down.. All the better for me. The air is clean. Even the Waterway doesn't look like its usual sewage and carcass infested self from up on high.

Anyway, the old broadcast structure is allowing me easy damn access to Skynet and I've reaquired my old equipment and personnel contacts from the Eastern sectors. I'm ready to start placing orders for you two whenever you find yourselves suitable base of operations. Matt, remember, at least 5 blocks from the nearest brothel. I have some nice scars from when Sean and I extricated you from that, uh, "situation" with Madame Lyudmilla. Sean, how is that old transport running? Still able to merge onto the Pathways? I suggest you find an independent fabricator before that thing leaves you floating into oncoming traffic.

Well, my first shipment of weaponry should be arriving at it's drop in about 20 minutes. That's it for me. Peace out, fags!!!

SS

:::bitstream encoded
modulator sync nominal
transmission successful
:::carrier terminated:::

:: sandy 1:35 PM [+] ::
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Hey, its great how the other two have foresaken you, o fuzzy blog. Its ok, they never really liked you anyway

:: sandy 12:05 AM [+] ::
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