How's life treating you?

Tonight I found that fucking idiot Hoffman in level 8, room 11, Amanda Young's room. Guess what he was doing? He killed Amanda and had assaulted T'Pol and threatened to kill her as well. I subdued him with non-lethal force when he attempted to attack me, and then I dragged his ass to the infirmary so they could take care of the bullet wounds.

Someone needs to put these two on a fucking leash

Christ, I should have fucking known something like this would have fucking happened as soon as that fucking Doctor chick mentioned it. God. Fucking ports. There's only been one fucking good one and I missed it.

All I know is that there better be a big, fucking bar.

I fucking hate this fucking holiday. At least there's no fucking Jarod this year.

[ooc: Last Valentine's for Parker? Jarod wrote a romance novel about her. Yeah. You can find the episode here on hulu. The end of The Loneliest Valentine goes:

"She felt consumed by a greater void--a dark and silent abyss as terrifying as the grand palace around her. But somewhere in the chilling blackness she caught a glimpse of a light. She remembered a time--the precocious little girl with a heart full of fire, a soul inflamed by passion and a smile that could melt winter into spring.

But the light was gone. The flame had died. Her past was taken from her by the soldiers of the great palace.

She would continue searching, hoping to rekindle the fire. Until then, she would always be the saddest little valentine."

Well now that this fucking flood is over, I'm going to get good and god damn drunk. While everyone else blah blah blah emotional bullshit over it, I'll be in the fucking pub.

[Edited sometime later.]

God fucking damn it. Someone come and let me into the fucking bar?

[OOC: Parker still has her gun, but unlike Charlie, she's not gonna be announcing it. Just in case someone wants to remember!]