blazikenking

Over the past week here at GCPD, I’ve found myself fitting in quite well. There is no sense of urgency, and everyone seems to do their own thing. It was less like a workplace and more like a paid social gathering where everyone did their own thing, but also did work when it was required. The meal Connie made from my chosen ingredients the day after I showed up was spectacular. I was wondering how she would make enough food for everyone from just the one rice cooker, but it turns out that that was only one of her rice cookers. She had two more hidden in the drawers below the forms, and one of the left drawers held six extra bowls for th

"Wait, what?" I asked the chief, warm noodles temporarily forgotten. "You heard me right" he assured me. "I'd like you to work with us. We've been fielding reports for weeks now about weird humanoid steampunk styled things walking around damaging things and endangering people. Initially, they were very weak, and a solid whack with a crowbar or a few shotgun slugs could stop them. Now though, well, you saw what you fought today. Your timing couldn't have been better, really." "Thanks. However, I have a feeling that I was set up to be there at the right time. You know what that interrogator got out of me, right?" "I read the transcription. S

Today had the feel of a lazy day to me. Most days did, honestly. Even before I found my way to this city, most days just felt lazy. Just me, my sketchbook, a sunny spot, and a bunch of noodles. I made a bit of money on the sketches and drawings I made, but it wasn't anything really spectacular. Before I came here, I lived out towards the country, where I generally lazed about like I am right now. That changed in a moment I can't quite remember. I just know that I was lounging outside with a bowl of noodles when a man in a tan jacket, carrying a deerskin suitcase stood in front of the sun. I can't remember anything else about him, but when he