I have adapted to living in a state of constant paranoia and fear. There is no dignified option for acquittal, I must simply continue shooting people and evading to the best of my abilities until I truly meet my match. I hope they do not come in a scary form -- if you're good, you're good, you don't need to be a pansy and wear a mask to execute me. Who am I going to tell anyway, once I am out of the game? I honestly will just write my papers and sleep and eat a lot. It will be glorious, as will the reputation I shall remember. Respect, yo. It takes guts to fight this kind of war, and -- attempt -- to be a student at the same time. At least I'm not hiding from olin/avery etc. NO, SIREE, I'M TELLING YOU TO BRING IT.