Training.
Dear Manual,
I guess that this has been one tough day for me. Training. Against Elite Octolings. I had no trouble killing them all. I mean ALL of them. I ambushed them easily, using my manual to beat them with their every move. The boss workers seemed intrigued with me. And I didn't mind that, it was much better then getting yelled at by my super ignorant parents that don't even care about me at all... At least I actually did pass their "test" or whatever. I'm still a strong inkling, and I've been trained with almost every weapon. It wasn't hard... it was just "half" hard, due to me, being weak, and me not having any of my team to back me up. It was ME against 8 octolings. At a station... they called it... girl power station? I guess they told me some other octoling named agent 8 had beat them all(barely) and now they were now more then determined to beat me to fishsticks. It wasn't that hard. There confidence got in the way of their victory. And now... I'm a octarian member. This is NOT a proud moment. I'm just happy i'm alive. Not really now that I think of it...
Signed,
Forge
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