"The children carry them up. Come May, the streets will be flooded..." Outside the wind rattles the loose hatches. "Flooded with cheap weapons. In angry hands."
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"The children carry them up. Come May, the streets will be flooded..." Outside the wind rattles the loose hatches. "Flooded with cheap weapons. In angry hands."
"They're antiques," says Lieutenant John 'The Archetype' McCoy to his partner. "They're digging them up from the catacombs now, fixing them. Old caches from the Revolution. "
It's early spring and the rains are coming. An officer enters a low hut of stone and wood. Inside, weapons are piled against the walls. Rifles with splintering stocks... and swords. Tens if not hundreds.
I can't believe I've climbed aboard the piss-train.
Pig's got mad timing. Fast-twitch fiber shit, interceptor shit. Animal instinct-style.
There's nothing in the world we need to talk about less than my glasses.
There's nothing in the world we need to talk about less than my glasses.
There's nothing in the world we need to talk about less than my glasses.
You're going to have to figure this one out on your own.