Let's not mince words, readers. I'm in this mission to make money. Lots of it. Yes, there will be dead Reavers everywhere. Yes, some of them may have had some kind of useless Reaver existence where maybe there was a mommy Reaver and a daddy Reaver and an ugly baby Reaver. Truth be told? I'm still going to blow away all of 'em. Once they're gone I can get back to doin' what I do best, and it ain't plantin' a garden or writin' pretty sonnets.I've turned on some money banners to help fund my mission over the next 82 days. They'll appear in between each of my transmissions. Now, don't be thinkin' that just because I've done this that you're gonna hear me swoop into my most deepest inner thoughts and reveal what makes ol' Jayne tick. You're readin' the wrong comm channel for that! You're going to hear me plottin', plannin', meetin', talkin' and a whole mess of other things that end with the in' sound.
If you're willin' to listen to me yammer on for another 82 days about the mission then bookmark this transmission and check back often. Tell your ship mates, your friends, your male concubines... whoever! I'm not prejudiced (well not much). The point here is -- I'm gonna do this even if Subspace Soldier of Fortune doesn't help me get my mag-discharge machine gun with a built-in cup holster built up all nice. I've got plenty of alternate means of destruction on hand.
So stick around and I'll make it worth your while. I ain't promisin' that I'm gonna post some nakie photograms of Marissa on this thing, but you never know.
