8th trip
Well, we all sure think we're scary here, don't we?
And looks like I'm the only one with war-scars now. Who's your plastic surgeon, and where can I meet him?
Also, my entire stash of fluid karma is gone. I only had two cases left and you can't get anymore here anyways. Nice going, genius, hope you get addicted.
And because the world can use more Eliot:
In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one.
And looks like I'm the only one with war-scars now. Who's your plastic surgeon, and where can I meet him?
Also, my entire stash of fluid karma is gone. I only had two cases left and you can't get anymore here anyways. Nice going, genius, hope you get addicted.
And because the world can use more Eliot:
In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one.