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The Worst Day of Fishing Still Beats the Best Day of Court Ordered Anger Management Sessions

Summary:

Kafka has had enough of the Stellaron Hunters’ bickering and jets off to Thalassa to try and catch a six-eyed flying fish. Thus begins a series of very unsuccessful fishing trips (as well as having to evade local authorities and/or galactic bounty hunters).

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Location: Thalassa

Date and time: [REDACTED]

Weather: Cloudy

Water conditions: Fucking wet????? How else is water supposed to be?

Bait and lures: Worms dug up from the beach

Species and size of fish caught: Bluegill, ~36 cm.

Other notes: Generally an uneventful day of fishing. Silver Wolf attempted to call me. Perhaps I'll throw my phone into the sea like those businessmen do in romantic comedies. (Not that I would enjoy emulating them in any way at all.)