Dolarus' breath wheezed and his leathery hide was torn open in several places. His scales had been pierced by crossbow bolts that he could feel scratching against his ribs as he moved. He had been ambushed near his home by humans, dragon hunters. They had shot at him and wounded him badly and followed him into his cave to finish him off.

Now only one of them remained, his comrades lay strewn about the damp cave, struck down by claw and teeth.

The fight had worn him down, depleted his strength to the point where he could not offer any resistance as the last hunter raised his sword.

He stared defiantly at the human through a dense fog that had descended over his eyes.

"Go on murderer!" He wheezed. "Make a name for yourself, kill me!"

The armoured soldier raised his sword for a final blow, but halted there. Their eyes met for a moment through the hunter's helmet.

"I can't do it…" the man whispered silently to himself as he lowered his sword again. "The gods damn me but I can't do it!" The hunter cried out as he threw his weapon aside, the clang of metal echoing through the cave.

With the only reason to remain standing fading away, Dolarus collapsed to the ground.

Found a bunch half-inch styrene pipes that I'll use for my landcrawler, that will now get a dual twin type main turret.

Finally I got my first full months pay, not a lot perhaps by our standards but twice as much as I have lived on so far. Got myself a really nice amplifier (Denon PMA-500AE) which I'm quite pleased with, and especially as I haven't used my speakers for a year now.
Also bought three baneblades, a slightly silly amount but got big plans for them, if I have the time. Work is taking a lot of time and energy from me, even if it is nice to finally be earning some money.
Also took a trip down to see the Star Wars exhibition in Örnsköldsvik. The trip took most of the day and while I had hoped there had been even more models at the exhibit, it still took me about two hours to get through it. Looking back I should probably have stayed slightly longer and taken a better look.
Eo and Mira and her daughter came along too, which did a lot to fend off any boredom (not to mention Scylla).
Lunch was also had in town and a pit stop for snacks along the way home. Got myself a model of a Venator-class cruiser that I'll be adding to a shelf somewhere. Pondering getting more sci-fi spacecraft, if nothing else at least for inspiration.

Well, like the title says. It's really annoying to be both logical and emotional, being able to realise when one is being really silly but not knowing why.
Anyway, got rather mad at myself and wrote a poem while at it.

Forever churning, Forever churning,
Grinding and overturning.
My mind fouls my cogs,
Seeding a foul oil of emotion.
Soothy and dark my cogs keep turning,
Polluted with inky thoughts that run down my frame.
I try to clean it off,
But it keeps dripping through.
Even when I know the source,
Plugging it is impossible.
Metal shavings are churned from my axles,
As the cogs turn ever faster.
Knowing I must control myself,
The cogs turn ever faster.
Why must I be able to feel,
Feeling the badly worn cogs churning inside.
Why must I care?
I feel my spring finally fall loose...

Getting some real cash felt great, enjoyed a big subway sandwich plus a couple of their cookies today without feeling guilty about the cost (really, it's slightly expensive in there.)
Pondering building a giant land battleship, potentially out of baneblades, but we shall see...
Also I can't seem to get my mind to stop churning out bad thoughts, really annoying, especially when it keeps projecting this on friends..