Freedomtown IC

Pouty!Karissa is pouty.

Like... moping and kicking imaginary dirt pouty.

Today's the day I was supposed to be coming home from the tour I was on. I had plans to spend the whole day with my mom... but now I can't even talk to her.

Thus? POUTY.

Hi folks.

Sorry to the people I worried. Everything's fine. I just found myself in a situation I wasn't used to, and it kinda freaked me out.

I just went home and took everything out on my drums. I haven't let loose like that in a LONG time.

I miss my Kimmy. :-(

Man, you gotta love the advanced tech here.

First time in years I actually got two hands again. And I can interchange the new one with my guns anytime I want.

Damn this puts a smile on my face!

How can a place like this seem so boring? I have no idea what to do, where to go, who to talk to...

So word is, I can talk to Dr. Sloan about the removal of my now useless tech. The longer I go without using my phones, the more annoying and itchy they become.

Are there any doctors that could help with the upkeep of my cybernetic arm?

So I've spent the last number of hours looking into everything that I possibly can about this place. It seems to check out. I just don't like that I'm here without my girl.

Oi! With that, I'm Mickey Peterson and I seem to be one yer newest residents.