The World Is Over, The Drinking Is Just Beginning. Frack...where to start...Hello, my name is Saul Tigh, and I'm the XO aboard the Battlestar Galactica. Okay, so I've made some bad decisions, but who can blame me...life is hell for me right now. Spending all my time running from the Cylons, and putting up with a manipulative bitch for a wife (who may or may not be a cylon), can drive a man to drink (at least the sex is good). Anyone up for a drink? Lt. Gaeta is my loyal officer, whom I enjoy barking orders to. I'll take his work over that shifty son of a bitch, Baltar, anyday! My best friend is Bill Adama, and my commanding officer, recovering from an attempt on his life. Thank Gods he's back in command. I could not handle another day putting up with Laura Roslin, who thinks she can find Earth with some stupid arrow of Apollo that will open the tomb of...umm...Artimus...or some such nonsense. Her only redeeming quality is her execution methods for toasters (airlock, why didn't I think of that!?) And putting up with the Quorum of 12, who believe in freedom, democracy...and uh...all that good stuff. Quite frankly, they can all go frack themselves...And let's not forget the ungrateful reporters who basically all need to shut their yaps, and can kiss my ass...I got a battlestar to run!
UPDATE (10/06): After being tortured by the Cylons and losing an eye, I became the leader of the insurgency on New Caprica. Unfortunately my wife betrayed me, so I had to kill her :( Next crisis?
UPDATE (3/07): Frak me! I'm a frakking Cylon! I discovered this fact after tearing my cabin apart tying to figure out where this frakking music was coming from....there's too much confusion! Too make a long story short, it brought me to the gym where I had my first Cylon meeting with Tory, Anders, and the Chief. Forty years in the service. Forty years. Two wars, combat, locked in that dungeon on New Caprica. Ellen. My Gods, what about Ellen?
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