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phiiie
I still don’t know if
it was a good idea to come here.
No gunfight to relax – and
no sign of the Ogre!
Nice shot you
moron, but umbran
ships do come with
safety systems.
Rather big britches boy,
with you being the son of the galaxy’s
S.O.B. No. 1 and me being a bloody bastard out for
revenge who happens to stand behind you leveling
his trusty old Antimatter Shotgun at your
shitty head. Now, think again ‘bout
clever talk, would you?
And so closes
the anacrusis of this
epic tale of adventure,
suspense and mild
confusion.
creak groan
… and down they go!
Below them unfold the
blasted, damned and cursed
lands of “The Zone” – a plain where
nuclear fallout, waste disposal and other
nice human achievement have created
a (hopefully) unique landscape.
Alas, the Zone is not
without life …
How come you think
he’ll turn up here?
Good lady – if
you are searching for
somebody in the Zone,
begin here I say.
Oh, two more
beverages my man.
Much better my
boy, now why don’t you just
hit the dirt while Johnny here
will tie you up all nice
and tidy?
Listen, bounty hunter.
If you want to foil the plans of
my father only I can help you – you
are outclassed here.
¡Me cago en
tu madre!
YEE-HAH!
Does this area strike
you as being overburdened
with leisure facilities?
Arr, fuck!
Eh?
By the
black stars!
Cor! I have to find him –
he’s a legend among us poor
victims of Master Brain!
Dogs! Suffer for your …
Gotta go!
zap!
Torch the
sucker boy!
Cheer up,
the dark times in the
Reich are behind you –
oh, Excusez-moi!
Wait, is it just
me or is there
a sound of …
Blast!
Ye bags of shite
just flat’ned mah
fav’ritte bar! Dat wuz
farking dense of yah,
‘cos now me gonna
flatten ye!
This is
getting better
every minute.
¡Ya!
Eso va a
doler.
To be continued …?