((Man, it's weird getting back to this account again...Hope I'm doing the character well)) ((I'm actually a little worried that I'm making him too similar to another brash, hot-headded, speed-demon of a bird I play))

It's been ultra quiet ever since I got put back together. Life goes on.

It's not really helping my ongoing existential crisis over what to do with myself, given the whole sociopolitical dramas...

... regarding Reploids and Mavericks and Humans haven't exactly been resolved.

Maybe I should take a walk or go on patrol.

Huh? Am I malfunctioning? I know I can't be seeing what I'm seeing.

Yeah, that has to be it. Too much sand in the works.

I must be encountering a sand mirage. Bloody sandstorms.

Huh...That illusion is getting closer.

Why do I keep getting self-destruct prompts appearing? That's not right at all.

((Alright, let's continue this account back from where I left off...))

... What now?

I assume I should be glad to be functional again. But it's not easy to when you feel so...obsolete.

Did I miss something?

*Huff* Little point for someone like me as of late. ...That's not a bad thing, though.