The day had most certainly started off the wrong way on the station. People on Zero X Nine were cut off from the outside world for about a month. They were busting down my door to complain and want a simple answer from me, but what could i tell them that someone was on there way to fix it when no one knew what was happening to the station.

All i could do was sit back and listen to people complain. I really wanted to kill myself at that moment, when i took the job i didn’t relies i would have to be some sort of god to these people.

The general had saved me from the misery. Some how he found a way to sneak me past millions of people who wanted to see me.

He had an ideal to leave me pant less upon the hallway. What could i do the general was more plastered then i was at that moment.

When i had awoken up many reporters where gathered into a circle taking whatever photo they can.

After those pictures where published i was looked upon the station as a drunk.