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Post by smackagony on Oct 20, 2010 19:56:10 GMT -5
Three days and still no sunset. 110 in the sky, around 2am. Sleep is just a real shiny memory, and I'm down to the last of the slam and only half my capital.
Those fuckers were born to bleed, but they painted the underside of my fingernails. Messy job.
I'll give it one more day before I'm out and dry and the dust-mouth and shakes set in.
I'll be useless then.
Havn't seen a drac since the last nightfall, they must all be inside the town. Must be too hot for them. It'd be all shiny if this zone wasn't so naked.
115 in the sky. Getting pretty intense. It'd be nice to get to use these guns, havn't ghosted anybody in a while. Havn't renewed my stash; i'm gonna crash hard. Should be a real show.
Radio busted a half-mile back, picking up stray signals but nothing too interesting. Static, mostly.
This whole damn zone is made of static.
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