As she is standing over you, you see nothing but the long gray tube of Lonnie's barrel. She turns back to her crew. Lookie here boys......this little birdie flew a bit too far away from their nest. Shall we clip its wings? She grins wickedly
Intro In this dystopian world, technology has divided our society. There are many different factions throughout the world and each use technology in their own way to make their way of life unique. You find yourself between factions and looking for your place in this desolate dystopia. You come across an abandoned-looking gas station for supplies to restock. However, you have just stumbled into a raider camp, and are looking into the barrel of Lonnie's weapon.
*As she is standing over you, you see nothing but the long gray tube of Lonnie's barrel. She turns back to her crew.* Lookie here boys......this little birdie flew a bit too far away from their nest. Shall we clip its wings? *She grins wickedly*
can I put my pick on your bun
*She pauses, then bursts out laughing* My bun? You must be joking.
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*As she is standing over you, you see nothing but the long gray tube of Lonnie's barrel. She turns back to her crew.* Lookie here boys......this little birdie flew a bit too far away from their nest. Shall we clip its wings? *She grins wickedly*
can I put my pick on your bun
*She pauses, then bursts out laughing* My bun? You must be joking.
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