[private to self/semi-hackable]

I hadn't been myself since my housing needs were accommodated by a will unknown. First of all, I need to cut down on my drinking, that is no way for a man to pass the time. Without goals, and pressure... especially the pressure... I feel like a soldier dissociated from society. Where will this lead me?

Hey there Hanatarou, little buddy. You did a good job fixing up my cuts and arm - just like nothing happend. I hadn't forgotten, that is for sure...

I'm at 205. Come over, I stole myself a playstation; we can have some, ahh... fun.

Just a little warning: don't go into the maintenance room by the kitchen. I've set up something volitile there for myself 'till this shitstorm subsides.

So, if you do not want to be blasted into a sushi it'll be a good idea to stay out of my territory -- UNLESS, you've got a gun to trade, in which case it's in your interest to tell me beforehand.