[One moment Roland is at his workbench tweaking his turret and reaching for his tools, and the next moment a quarter of his room is gone...along with half of his left arm. Roland stares at his now bloody stump for a good six seconds before agonizing pain streaks up what's left of his arm ( Read more... )

Where can a guy get some tools around here?

What the hell? Tannis I swear if you're trying to pull one over me again I'm gonna put a round right between your eyes you crazy bitch!

[There's some shuffling around the room.]

Where the hell am I? This ain't any Lance cell. More like some crappy hotel room.

[He kicks his bed and then pauses.]

And what the hell did you sons of bitches do with ( Read more... )