School Daze #54

 Dad,

Stink one today, hard; I bunged up a mission, and just feel crook about it. I knew from the listing it was going to be a stretch; heaps of ISK on the payout and a company mug or something. It was a recon mission, and I popped the first rats on the grid, and then more showed up, and cruisers I just couldn't break tank on. And they kept multiplying. Heaps of the ratshit bastards. It was a complete bloody mare: even with the drones rolling, the bastards would rep up while the rapid lights were reloading.

 Eventually, with shield failed and armor shredding, I made flat out back to the base and told the agent I couldn't do it. I got a good rark-up for that, deservedly so. Then, she sent me after her mother-in-law again (quite the munted family order, that). And then, after that, another contra Caldari mission (that I turned down).

Needless to say, I bailed that bung scene and went back to the lab to see if Dr. Beene needed anything done. Did a courier run for him, and after bowled around a bunch of Serp campers, but got squat there as well. Also had a load of industrial fibers vanish while transferring from launch pad to the customs office. And to top it all off, Gabi's been feeling crook off and on the last week.

Don't mean to vent, dad, but the universe isn't smiling on me of late.

Yours,

Wai