THERE'S FUCKING SAND.
AND IT'S EVERYWHERE. It got all inside my damned pants and the pockets!
It's hotter than hell too, and my automail is making me boil to death. Should really find my coat.
WHAT THE HELL DID I COME BACK TO?!
[OOC: Ed had been off doing research again, reviewing the notes and papers from the Inner City Incursion; thus his
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