![]() ![]() And just as bad, there are a bunch of shark-mouthed helicopters trying to land on our train! Thankfully the bandits aren’t trying to derail the train, because they want easy-to-unload-from-train money, not work-hard-and-dig-out-of-train-wreck money. ![]() They’re full of unfriendly-looking gun-toting ski-masked goons. In any case, it appears our HQ’s paper communications were intercepted, because we’ve got a whole gaggle of off-road pickup trucks coming over the plains. We’re now on the way to Sax-Burg to deliver three thousand short tons of pure silver bullion (literally 6000000 British Pounds Sterling). I love traveling, but now is a bad time to admire the landscape. Setting: A freight train heading across the Porcelain Plains. ![]()
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