NOBODY CARES WHAT TURKS DO!!!!

I swear! I've been sitting at this computer watching this retarded camera on my webcam for six hours with Reno bitching at me and Elena bitching at me and Tseng telling THEM to shut up and Rude telling ALL of them to shut up and I just sit here quietly with my headphones on listening to music and typing this to pass the time. I mean really, who's gonna break into a HOSPITAL? What're they gonna do? Steal peoples chamberpot-like thingies? Eew!

So, what I'm saying is Turks like me should have a holiday. You know, people that are Turks like me and NOT Reno. He's too crazy and redheaded.

Right now, you're thinking, "Oh, yeah! Those Turks have it SOOO easy! WE have our Geostigma infected kids and all they have to worry about is watching cameras in the early hours of morning!" Well, FYI, I am one of the Turks that DO have the Stigma and it's driving me mad.

Even though I'm a Turk now, I was a SOLDIER only so many years ago. Sephiroth, the General, had a sick and strange infatuation with my hair and eyes and I was beginning to avoid him. Soon after that, I found myself taking care of three silver-haired clones for Hojo. I mean REALLY, when do I GET A FRIGGIN' BREAK?!? First SOLDIER, then Hojo, now SHINRA??? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS LIVING HELL?!?! I mean, dear Ramuh what did I do?!?! I'm only human! I mean really, not even RENO has it as bad as I do! Hell, even Cloud Strife has it better. And he's CLOUD! (tsh. Airhead!)

I swear to Ramuh that if Reno doesn't get off my back soon I will summon Shiva and freeze his pathetic ass off. Er... pardon my French.

But really, people. You think we have a life of luxury, don'tcha? I'll bet you think that hazard pay we get every week makes life pretty cushy, huh? OH GIMME A BREAK!!! I live above a BAR for somebody's sake! We only get that pay because we have so many life-threatening missions!!! Not to MENTION the insurance issues some of us have...

Seriously. If you think our lives are so great, you need more brain surgery than Reno.

Just to give you a taste, I think I'll tell you MY story. How all of this came to be. Then maybe you'll reevaluate your hypothisis.

Talk to you soon,
Dante'