This is a story about a noisy crow, who lived in a quiet forest, full of quiet snow, and cute little critters, called fluffs.
The fluffs looked sweeter than kittens made of cotton candy, but underneath, they were as nasty as the fleas on a sewer rat. And no one brought out their nastiness more than the crow.
The city is almost uninhabitable during the summer. Going outside can feel like walking straight into a dragon's butthole after it shit out a herd of sheep that didn't agree with it.
That's why I sneak out as often as possible. Usually, it's a trip to my hometown in New Hampshire. It's great! Less sticky dragon fart . . . more ocean breeze. I fish, swim, drink beer under a tree. You know, typical NH stuff.
= Eclipse Mode Activated =
A false night has fallen on the Outpost! Most of the original inhabitants have been soaked into the shadows.
