Ajay's Story 2.0: And Again I Stand.
You are probably used to me starting my entry on me laying on my bed in my ship's cargo hold and reading some sort of Warhammer 40k literature.
This one was NOT the case, for I was sitting in my room aboard K-719 and tuning my simpod. Even though Canteen has taken the "Stranger" away again for some sort of maintenance, so I was left on the ship that served as his HQ, and people from here had to deal with my presence (which usually spelled heavy metal and rock being played in my room for most of my waking time).
And again I stand, with a truth I couldn't bare: I'm grounded AGAIN and instead of being grounded on my home planet (you can call it industrial hell for all I care, it's an industrial heaven for me) I am locked away in rooms and routines of a big freaking battleship.
Flyagin's response to the question "so what the bloody flying rocket propelled wire guided optically tracked tube launched flak am I supposed to do?" was "You'll find