Marcus Dryden's Diary - 2

Life out here's not all peace and quiet.
The damn wind blows, and somehow somebody's cutting into my profits.

Just today, some punk little Syndicate clown who thinks he's smart
tried selling stims without my permission.

My partner, Faleris, is always there to deal with dumb bottom feeders like that.
Just like me, he's having fun playing in this little sandbox.
Or maybe he just likes eating that white stuff.

Huh? Don't look at me like that.
Ain't no food today, boy. Go eat some of that white sand.