Hello (again) Arkadians! As you can see, my name is IFN Soldier Lizzy. Suffice to say that I am a returning player. Most of you knew me in the past as Lizzy Storm. A lot of things happened in the last year for me that I have been dealing with, which is one of the reasons I disappeared and now reappeared under a new name. For those interested, I’m sorry but I will not go into further details on the private part on that matter. Yes, it’s clear I made a new account ((again) please MA gods, don’t rain down on me, I’m doing all according to the EULA) I felt like starting over for a long time, and I tried before, but I really needed to take a break from it all and come back anew. It also didn't help I lost the login details of my previous account. My sincerest apology’s to friends I haven’t found back again and any inconveniences I have caused. Anyone I knew feel free to send me a friends request, too many names to remember I am afraid. Now I’m back to being a new player, exploring Arkadia once again and actually seeing things I haven’t seen before, or seeing changes I would not have seen otherwise like the Arkadia Advisor booth being cleaned up at the New Arrivals Hangar. Being a ‘noob’ also puts things in a different perspective than I had being a Bokol farmer, and I have been enjoying it so far. It is hard without a doubt, and in this new thread I will be telling my stories as I go. Without further ado, enjoy reading my first entry! And a little pic of how I just look like my previous self, Lizzy Storm. IFN Soldier Lizzy’s Log Entry 1 : Dropship dropped. Me. It dropped me on Arkadia. No, it did not land safe and sound like it was supposed to be. As soon we left the mothership the trainee pilot hit the debree in Arkadia’s space zone and it sent us into a bumpy ride down. Luckily we did not land in the artic zone, as I already read that Smugglers were busy looting a previously crashed ship in the mountains there. Flying like a shooting star over Arkadia’s mountaintops and jungle is the last I remember. The next thing I know, I wake up in a dropship at the New Arrivals Hangar. I knew they were trying their best to hide the crash as not moments later I saw the trainee pilot still shaking from the event, pale as a ghost. Then came the boring part, passports, travel documents, you name it. The immigration office was the first stop. Just a matter of filling out paperwork, then having to confirm the paperwork. It felt like I was in that office for hours. Especially as I was the only IFN personnel immigrating, none of the contractors or civilians were willing to talk to me. As if I were the same as all of Earth’s corrupt police and politicians. My reason for immigration is just that, no more earth, no more corruption, overpopulation or general destruction of our home planet. I’m looking for a new home, just like them. “This is yours.” A pad is trusted into my hands. “This contains the map of Arkadia, general information, and your first mission. On your way, Soldier. Follow the arrows to the nearby base.” I wanted to salute but the officer started helping another immigrant before I could do something. Fine. Following the green arrowed road it is then, this isn’t Kansas anymore, Lizzy.