Mad World.

It’s getting bad out there, chummer. It’s always been bad, don’t get me wrong. But, it’s getting worse. At least it feels that way, ya know? People are still dying by the minute. That hasn’t been a problem to people for years, of course. But, it seems like less people are even trying to stop it. I don’t know why it feels like that, it just does.

I even hear Doc Wagon has been looking to “review their expense profiles.” Which means they’ll be responding slower, with less ammo, and less of the good stuff that keeps your clock borrowing time. Of course there motto is still something to the effect of, “Someone made you holy? We’ll keep you human,” or something like that. They’ll still be standing by your contract. That’s the only way to keep your business. But, well… A contract’s only as good as the living meatbag still paying the premium on it. They’ve been pushing the limit on who doesn’t make it, “despite severe and immediate response.” All I’m saying is, if you’re not platinum to them, well… Watch your back, chummers. And kneecaps, cranium, and every other spillage reducing piece of flesh you have.

Yeah, mates, it’s getting pretty bad. You don’t have to take my word for it; you’ll watch a few of your own go down as well, I’d wager. But, keep your wired reflexes synced up, and your chambers cleaned and oiled. Keep your spirits bound, and your commlinks overclocked, or whatever keeps your pants out of the fire. And old Jack will keep bringing you the good word. Watch your back, shoot straight, conserve ammo, and well… who knows, maybe it’s time to start cutting deals with dragons. It’s all going to hell anyway, right?

- Jack Trades, signing off for now, but coming back at’cha soon.