@Okelkinam12
“of course, there’s bound to be someone that would have let you bunk in their home anyways, but after helping there’d probably be no one turning you away.”
@Okelkinam12 usual crop fields, that were being tended to by a few dedicated farmers, the pants were doing well enough too, just not bearing as much as they could.
@EclecticInspiration the biker keeps shooing when he can, making use of his tighter turn possibilities to keep evading.
@Okelkinam12 sure enough she could feel the life pouring through them more strongly, the fruits growing, though she herself was tiring. that many plants so quickly…
@EclecticInspiration it was certainly an exciting chase, but that was mainly due to the badlands terrain making every time one would take their hand of the steering a near death experience.
@Cerebrate
His chest must be decompressed. Ah well- won’t have to listen to him beg, at least not enough to matter.
“Poor bastard. Hunted by someone you saw die.” He kicks his weapon aside and searches for his thing.
@Cerebrate
He takes the lööt, bröther
“…All this trouble for this? I almost wish you could tell me more.” He bonks his head with the nightstick- teice, to end him. He’ll take anything of value, especially the uzi, and head back to his beep beep.
What is the thing?