MECHAMAY ENTRY!!!

The past 30 years on mars has led to nothing but destabilization and corruption. Earth has its own problems, especially since they cut us off from stellar comms. I was raised in the red deserts and the scorching mountains of this rancid rock. I don’t remember the governing collapse, I wasn’t alive for the first revolution. Not even the second one. We were farmers. Apart of the centuries old terraforming projects. A thin atmosphere formed after a while. A hundred years ago I think. Enough to protect us from the vacuum of space, but not enough for the radiation. I stole the rad suits that gave us the ability to work outside of the bio-domes. I stole a lot. Ma always liked old literature. She read me a lot of Shakespeare. Then everyone died. Dredge Pirates thought that they would rather take everything we had than give us a chance to operate for trade. I joined the local militia. Fought with a modded industry mech. Killed the Dredges. But had my sensors demolished. Doesn’t matter. I was the faster draw. I like the scars. Kept them. Made new sensors. Then I hunted. Turns out these thieves have good prices on their heads. But now I’m tired. Who am I even doing this for anymore? Am I doing this because I have to, or because I found myself liking it? Doesn’t matter. Not anymore. To the Dredge scum hearing this broadcast, I challenge you. I wanna see if you can kill me. Give me a purpose. Come unto these red sands; and dance with me.