Dear dia

Hoy he

Today 

Ah whatever, I guess I'll just write whatever comes to mind. Yesterday was an interesting day, got to catch up with some old friends. Amalita still runs the desk of the orphanage, honestly she doesn't look that old but it makes me fear for my own age. She didn't even recognize me at first when I came through the door but nevertheless I'm glad to see that the place is still up and running. Poor kids, knowing the backstreet this is definetly going to be the best part of their lives, and they'll remember them as shittily as I do.

I had my first out mission with the new gang of fixers I'm with. Who would've said I'd end up a fixer. I remember when I exchanged bolts with some grade 9s back in Zermiato alley, oh those were the days. I don't know how to feel about the team however, I'm with two lasses and some mime. Quite a show. One of the girls is called Meline and there's something about her that smells weird. At first I just thought she'd be the kind to look for herself before the office. Yet she did hand over the cash from last operation to Blackburn, against my expectations. Hell we did have a very tense encounter right outside of Pete's.

I still don't like his pizza, feels too cardboardy by the way. Had one with the mime the other day. I'd say we had a nice talk but it was very once sided ((HEH GET IT BECAUSE HE DOESN'T SPEAK)).

Anyways, I haven't seen the boss since the first day and there was this other chick as well on the gang, Rebecca she's called. Saw her cut a guy in half with a machete today. That's pretty much all i will say out of fear of her finding this journal.

The night was also pretty productive and I managed to sell that bullet I had  for quite a hefty amount. Decided to pay off the loans on the office as well as install me a nice little workshop. Familia first and all of that, the only good thing I've learnt from the Rodents.

The workshop's lovely honestly. Altough I do need a little bit more practice.

Anyways, nice talk me. See you around.

Apparently the big boss isn't gonna be our big boss anymore. The lasses decided to choose me as the new chief. Just but the first bad idea of the day.

Anywho with Meline taking a let's say mental heal break I decided to go with 80's terror film slasher spinoff Rebecca to figure out what was up with the delivery crates. Found this guy with a cigarette. A little bit of a bitch. But I heard them talking about it being just a mistake. Assumed that'd be about it. It wasn't. The guy appeared like a cerdo en salida de matadero. Not really digestible at all.

Whatever, decided to take the box with the guy back. And we got a crate with Pete's stuff. Instead of my usual of staying near the roofs or looking from reaaally back behind I decided to go with the machete lady, just a couple steps behind. That was another bad idea, as we quickly got encircled. The fight with the four cannibals was a show, I got stabbed in the kidney and before I knew it machete woman had murdered gruesomly three out of the four cannibals.

She literally ripped one guy's spinal cord off hermano, how do you do that with a machete?

Anyways I panicked in the end and tackled the last guy to the floor because I might hav gotten traumatized if I had seen just one more flying liver that day. Either way he told me he worked for some percival bufette, kicked me off him and started running away, and at that moment I started looking somewhere else because I could see crazy machete lady about to gut the man. Luckily for him he managed to run away.

It appears we're burning down their restaurant tomorrow

So the fight earlier got me thinking. The last time I saw such a gruesome spectacle was by the hand of sweepers at night. So I wonder, what might happen if I outfit the butcherer with sweeper equipment?

It sounds like the start of a very interesting project, honestly I just hope the head never hears of it, because it can be... as dangerous as a gun, or even more probably.

Either way, I headed out to the supermarket and got myself a sweeper arm to commence my little project. I got it to my workshop and started investigating the object. The alloy is extremely strong, one would require explosives to actually pop it open.

I investigated the inner workings of the arm and found out that a human arm fits in perfectly, which is a great first step. It has a rubbery tube inside which is where I imagine the red goo used to go, and a human arm fits perfectly in it.

The bad news is that it's extremely uh... clankey let's say, and hard to control. The thing runs with a series of inner pistons powered by the goo, which makes it harder to control and make complex movements with.

I disassembled the fingers and now one can move his hands freely inside of the thing, which opens two new roads for this project.

The first road would be the simplest one, although the one to return the less benefits, It would simply be to remove all the internal mechanisms and use some ropes, chainmail and wires to keep the armor pieces together while still being capable to perform complex movements.

The second road and possibly the most interesting seeing which awful idea kickstarted the project, is to figure out how to activate those mechanisms while allowing the user to control them at will. This would result in the mechanical strenght of a sweeper, but in the hands of Rebecca. I feel personal preference for this option because of morbid curiosity of what would she do were she to realize the new limits of her body.

Either way, I can't do much towards that endgoal at the time being. I believe I will need a chestpiece of a sweeper to be able to bring the project foward. the chest of the monster should be able to give me further insight of the inner workings of this possible pseudo-power armor.

I could try to get one from the streets one night or... I also know that there are several sweepers locked up in the rodents' old apartment.

However I can't do much as long as I don't have the equipment to crack the armor of one of those things to disable it.

Ah whatever. I'll try to figure out something before Rebecca notices that I've spent all of the office's budget in an arm

So today we went ahead to pillage and ransack these pendejos that were at the Percival Buffette. I'm glad to say that the threat has been neutralized, altough I'm going to be honest, I just can't fight close quarters specially if I'm on the team of the madwoman. I've seen enough intestines today to make a gore-y rope capable of going from one extreme of the slums to the other and back. And the blood. Good christ, the blood. I just can't.

Either way turns out that those cannibalistic freaks had quite a gang in their fridge. They were cutting them up and serving them as one serves a steak. Either way we cut them loose after that bloodlusting maniac (I really want to see if I can make the armour's mechanisms work. Imagine that monster with superstrenght) turned chefs and patrons into burgers herself. There was this one guy that I let get away, but safe to say after making public what they were cooking at the buffette, the rest of the general public were fairly pissed at the man, so they hanged him in the middle of the street. Quite a display of barbarity if you ask me, but yknow, it's the backstreets, and it's not like it wasn't unfair.

In other news and returning to the guys from the fridge, gave those guys a couple of nice black chef uniforms. Thought it fit perfect since their main motivation is to hunt the malevolent chefs down. Also gave a couple of them bows and arrows, I've learned that the best weapons here are actually the ones that keep you away from harm's way.

I don't know how will they do from now on, but they definetly have determination, and thanks to me, style. I don't think they'll become hot shit, but they do have the opposite spirit to the one the Green Rodents had. Maybe they'll do good deeds for the community. Or maybe they'll just be another fixer office. Only time will tell.