This is where I’ll jot down my only memories and plans that’ll remain a secret only with me
First off. I remember absolutely nothing of my history since I woke up. I woke up on the deck of the seemingly abandoned base of the Mercy Dark all alone. Taking a stroll around, I managed to regain a bit of my more... happier memories. Memories of my old family. Memories of my current family. But... they all seemed to be filtered out. As if I was wiped out but not fully.
i decided to walk even more around the base but to no avail. I couldn’t remember any more then I currently could, and it frustrated me. It angered me. I lashed out, punched a wall, but I eventually settled down by drowning myself in Liquor. Tons and tons of it. I was consumed with drinking for weeks before I had a niggling voice in the back of my head to break the cycle. This voice wasn’t really my inner monologue. I know exactly what my inner monologue is and this isn’t it. Maybe it’s my better judgement? Coming to me in times of need. Although, I have been in pretty bad situations before as far as I can tell and I’ve still never heard of this voice in my head. It told me to research things. To... discover who I truly am.
Deciding to listen, I headed to the Planet Cambridge. And I researched. I researched and researched until I found what my head was looking for. Clan information about the [Lost Prophets]. The stories has told us that several years ago before the Clan was hunted down and disbanded by police clans alike, they had managed to infiltrate the home of the BloodGuard and had managed to run off with the steal of the century. Two million bottles of Whiskey were stolen from the dark cellars of Planet Blood’s only bar. I didn’t know what to think. I had an utmost respect for them now. But at the same time, the voice in my head was telling me to compete with them. Fight anyone in my way. Fight Freelancers, fight the police, other pirates... even my own clan if it was necessary. Do anything and sacrifice anything to achieve my goals.
Imagine
Imagine taking off with three million cases of Whiskey! I knew I had to develop the perfect plan if I was to make this idea a reality. I knew that not everyone would want to fight against me. I could probably enlist the help of a couple of Freelancers... maybe someone in my own clan could assist me. So many thoughts were buzzing around in my head. Preparation... conflict... I had to commit this robbery and achieve it so badly. Because at the end of the day, it isn’t my only adventure. No way, this is only the beginning of my hunt for power. This is either the beginning of the Fall of the Whiskey Thief, or the Rise of the Whiskey Thief
