First Day at Work

Ok, so the boss-lady wanted us to write these pseudo-blog things after missions to help order our thoughts for official reports.  During down-time is close enough, not like anyone else is doing anything right now other then poking at dead bits or not looking at dead bits.

So, first real day on the job.  Meet up with Andrew, Cindy, Hal and his boy band, and the Kennedy girl.  And some other noob named Lex.  Got sent to friggin' Alaska.  Thank god it wasn't winter, I'd hate to have to fight off zombie Titan eskimos or some other bullshit like that.  Of course, Lex is being weird as usual with that wolf of hers as we stand around trying to decide what the hell to do next.  Me and Andrew wander over to the car rental kiosk and get this, that lady behind the counter was a complete bitch.  Seriously.  If you're going to pretend to do a job, pretend to do it right, don't just stand there filing your nails or some crap.  Then the second crappy part of the day happens when Andrew ganks the clipboard from me.  What, does he think I'm too sensitive and dainty to fill out paperwork?  First people think I'm some kind of gargantuan freak back home, then in this place they all treat me like I'm made of glass.  Make up your fucking mind, universe, I know where you sleep.

We finally get on the damn road.  And it was a boring as hell ride, too.  Pretty, yeah, but boring.  And nobody seemed to understand the rule that the driver picks the music, got stuck listening to some pop crap the whole time.  Fuckin' A, man.  That reminds me, that little douche-noodle that keeps stalking me while I'm playing Call of Duty needs to go on my shit list.  I swear, that guy has to be some kind of inbred redneck.

So we finally reach Whitter.  Yeah, I'd never heard of it either, but apperantly it was important because the Powers That Be(tm) had sent another team up here and they vanished, so we got to go find them.  Pulled to a stop in front of this huge-ass, spooky as hell building.  Now, we don't know what's inside, or where the other team was.  So how does Hal and the Assclown brigade handle it?  They boot the doors open like we're assaulting the place instead of doing information gathering.  Yeah, real smart guys, let's alert any possible bad guys in the state to our location.  Then they get uppity about being OSS trained when I mention that they're fuckin' idiots for breaching instead of letting me pop the lock.  I hope they get eaten by goddamn Grues.

Of course, the noise did alert the creepy-crawlies inside.  Don't know what happened to those folks, but they were spoiling for a fight.  Cindy hauled off on a charge with that big-ass axe of hers.  Me and Creepy Wolf Girl provided fire support along with Captain Chivalry McJerkass, and I didn't really pay attention to the Assclown brigade.  They probably did some shooting.  We did end up killing the lot of them that jumped us.  They were people at some point, I guess, and I don't really like shooting people.  Eh.  I'll deal with that crap by stomping on a bunch of lowbies in Goldshire.

I think they found parts of the team.  I heard some talk about one of the other team's ID cards.  I haven't checked inside yet.  Oh, fucknuggets.  Now I'm getting yelled at for blogging during a mission.  Dark Helmet was right.  I AM surrounded by assholes.