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[Out of Milliways:
Just occasionally, Wasteland raiders have a lick of sense.]
The door opens on a dank and horrible-smelling scene. A glimpse of huge machines and splattered green goo may be had by the quick of eye as an armored figure and a black and grey dog dart through. The armored person staggers over to the nearest table and deposits a horse's head- relax, it's made of metal- before kicking the door shut behind them. A few heartbeats later the figure remembers to take off its helmet. "Okay," Ellen says, still wide-eyed and panting, "that was a little too close for my liking..."
Just occasionally, Wasteland raiders have a lick of sense.]
The door opens on a dank and horrible-smelling scene. A glimpse of huge machines and splattered green goo may be had by the quick of eye as an armored figure and a black and grey dog dart through. The armored person staggers over to the nearest table and deposits a horse's head- relax, it's made of metal- before kicking the door shut behind them. A few heartbeats later the figure remembers to take off its helmet. "Okay," Ellen says, still wide-eyed and panting, "that was a little too close for my liking..."