A lot can be learned in a few days...

For example, physical intimacy is a mistake for me. For nearly 48 hours something was off. It took a considerable amount of introspection, but I finally nailed it down as the feeling started to fade...

Contentment. Endorphins released and stress relieved were not what I needed. My edge had dulled... My rage diminished..

I was able to explain it to Heather... It was not her. I cannot afford normalcy... I cannot allow my concentration to be lessened, nor can I allow anything interfere with instinct.

I am Death. I am the hand of my own god. I am the angel of hatred and vengeance. I am a righteous butcher.

I also have a "family" of sorts forming around me.

What the fuck?!

Xao, Heather, Glory... Hell, even Preston and Desdimona...

...and that new "thing" is riding on my back as well...

Getting back to Diamond City was not quite the medicine I was looking for. First, there was the headline blazing across Piper's fucking newspaper... "Mugwai Lives!" Now, to be clear I have never shit myself or struck a woman before (shot, most certainly, but only after I was shot at first!), but, by god, I almost did both. The entire issue was dedicated to an alleged massacre of synths, including two Coursers, that had occured near the new settlements of Sanctuary Hills.

Fuck me...

Then, no more than 5 minutes after getting home, I had Arturo banging on my door. When I opened it, he bust in...

"I swear to you I did not say a fucking word!" he near shouted... I think he really thought I was going to shoot him.

"Arturo, seriously... What the fuck? I am gone for a few days..."

"I know.. I know! I tried to get her to pull the run, but she refused... She said she was selling more copies than ever.."

"Fantastic..."

He cringed...

"It gets worse..." He looked at me warily. I motioned for him to continue. "Well... Traders all over the commonwealth are bringing in reports that there are settlements all ovwr looking to hire you... Err... Mugwai, to help them with their raider problems."

"Fantastic..."

"Oh... and the Gunners have a 5000 cap bounty on your head..."

"The who have a what?"

He then explained to me that, even though no one knew who I was, the Gunners, a local paramilitary group of thugs, wanted me dead. This shit keeps getting better and better...

I managed to gather intel today that there was supposed to be a gathering of these pukes at some kind of bar that stages cage fights tomorrow night.

I plan on attending this little soiree... If I am going to have a fucking bounty on my goddamn head, it is going to be a fuckton higher than 5k caps...

Right now, my goal is 25k... I find myself fucking giddy thinking about what that is going to take.

Note: contact Glory about being my date and encourage her to bring her minigun...