[its no surprise that seven generations forward people are obsessed when it comes to their land. less so when it's old town and there's hardly much land to begin with.
he'd been asked a favor that was more a guilt trip with pay than anything and it gets him right in the middle of a firefight. Where the hell're the Enforcers? The scavengers after whatever parts bodies'll drop? Well they're there, of course. But they're avoiding the note of unhinged laughter that settles across lead and hot metal like aching bones. Or something poetic.
There's nothing poetic about the giggling redhead flying along with his guns drawn.]
b for these big ol balls
he'd been asked a favor that was more a guilt trip with pay than anything and it gets him right in the middle of a firefight. Where the hell're the Enforcers? The scavengers after whatever parts bodies'll drop? Well they're there, of course. But they're avoiding the note of unhinged laughter that settles across lead and hot metal like aching bones. Or something poetic.
There's nothing poetic about the giggling redhead flying along with his guns drawn.]