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WELCOME.
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WELCOME TO: "ROCKET'S PROFILE OF TECHNOLOGICAL GENIUS-NESS"
[ABOUT THIS USER]
["A freakin' Guardian of the Galaxy. Recently turned leader, experimented on although never duplicated genius, blaster lover, tech/gear head, knows how to use correct verbiage (definitely), proud home owner in Knowwhere."]
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[STATUS AND PERSONAL INFORMATION]
[ CURRENT HEALTH: HEALTHY
SEX: MALE
EYE COLOR: HAZEL
FUR PATTERN: WHITE//BLACK//BROWN
AGE: 15 (YEARS AFTER EXPERIMENTATION)
HEIGHT: 4'1
WEIGHT: 55 IBS
SPECIES: NORTHERN AMERICAN RACCOON (NOT A RACCOON!!) ]
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[ROCKET'S LOGS - KEEP YOUR GRUBBY MITTS OUT!]
[ENTRANT NUMBER 1 - "The Beginning Before The End"]
[DATE: 3-21-26]
"Before Quill took off to take care of his own personal business, I was left with a few of his belongings, one being of some sort of laptop, don't know if any of his personal files are on here but, I'll be sure to avoid those for now...Since he's gone however, instead of moping all the time in my head about (possible) future and past mistakes I could type some logs in some sort of way to document the road ahead and previously travled. these entrants won't be very long but, it'll be something to keep me busy..."
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[ENTRANT NUMBER 2 - "What's to come"]
[DATE: 3-23-26]
"Guess that's it then, Since his department with the crew, Quill thought I should become the new leader of the Guardians, although I was hesitant at first, I knew it was the right call eventually, still figuring out what and where to go from here, I'll keep in touch here, but for right now I gotta trim Groot's overgrown sprouts."
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[ENTRANT NUMBER 3 - "I'll see what I can do"]
[DATE: 3-27-26]
"We finally got our first distress call, it went well for the most part, nothing too serious, just some flarkin' pest control job that needed done, we cleaned up some small encampment that was infested, stinked like hell after the job was done, but my blaster and I had a good business discussion with those overgrown fleabags. Man, this is gonna be one crazy ride but...I'm all for it..."
[NO FURTHER ENTRANTS FOUND...FOR NOW...]
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