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January, 2015I Reach Behind My Utility Belt For My Tools: Garrote, Ka-Bar, Glock
J.M. Perkins An hour later, I emerge from the gardens and limp towards the Captain Commanda-Car. Despite my best efforts to clean myself, I still have neon green viscera splattered across my arms and chest. Turns out the bitch was comprised of plant fibers: Nothing in her chest even remotely resembled vital organs. I had to use two cans of fuel for the torch to make sure she wouldn’t come back. Or at least, I made as sure as I could when dealing with a Mad and their De-Probability Field... Read more... |