Are you kidding?

Ace stares at his computer. His pride and joy, his life blood, his living, his heart, his soul.....

Ace stares at his totally reformatted computer, devoid of his pride, joy, life blood, living, heart, or soul.

His jaw hangs open, probably for the better part of three hours, perhaps collecting bugs, perhaps not.

He luckily pulls Icari's number from his memory, txting him quickly.

I will learn to be better. Please tell me if there is anything I can help you with. I will prove myself until I am worthy to learn from you.

He knows that at least in this instance being an ass or a whiny bitch wont help anything, no, he learned long ago that Icarus had no time for his games, and apparently during his self induced exile the entire city of Kindred had followed suit.

What had happened to the days when Kindred women swooned and fell all over him for his bad boy attitude and smart ass mouth. Women had loved that! They had thought him smart and worldly and clever, god, he remembered when the internet first came out and he could do wonders with it that no one else could. The yuppies and the dot commers had nothing on him. The Kindred men had come to him for advice, for information on anythign and everything, he was the city's go to guy. What had happened?

The world had changed apparently and he had been left behind in the time when punks ruled the streets with impugnity and girls couldnt hike up their skirts fast enough to be with one. He bangs his head on his desk briefly, opening up whatever word processor he has been left with or deemed worthy of.

Things To Do:

~ Prove to Icky that I can be good, learn his secrets, be awesome again.
~ Find ghoul to do my bidding so that self esteem doesnt plummet too greatly.
~ Ugh. Help someone.
~ Call people less names, or at least think of nicer ones to call them, try Lady or Bro perhaps.
~ BACK COMPUTER UP REMOTELY, LIKE FUCKING JAPAN REMOTE.
~ Get untraceable IP address.
~ Get a minimum of three untraceable phones that back up remotely not on a SIM card.

He sighs, fiddling with his guitar again before letting sunrise smite him into his pillow.