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The wind whips past your armored head as the driver puts the pedal to the metal–seems like they’re <span class="mu-i">REAL</span> eager to hit the road again!
“And dey’ve only just arrived!” Ly rcroons as you pull yourself closer to the edge of the vehicle! Gritting your teeth, you spot the APC’s wheels spinning through the dirt below you and feel a rush of inspiration–one that makes you clamber closer to the side! When you’re certain you’ve got a good grip, you take your <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAWS</span> and rake them through the line of wheels with a satisfying trio of ‘<span class="mu-i">POP</span>’S!
Skidding out of control, the driver fights to avoid swerving, but it’s too late–one bump against an ill-placed boulder in the ground sends the whole thing careening towards what appears to be the ghost town remains of some kind of-
“<span class="mu-s">FRUIIIIT CAAAAAAARRRT!</span>”
Heeding Ly’s warning, you leap off your ride just as it crashes through the wooden debris! Tumbling like a barrel through the air, the APC makes its final stop amidst a patch of nasty-lookin’ agave plants!
“Well,” Ly remarks as thick plumes of smoke rise from the truck, “Dat’s one way ta’ start da’ day-”
Before he can finish, the hatch falls open revealing a shirtless man save for some hockey padding wearing a <span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY SECURITY GOON MASK AND HELMET COMBO!</span>
“Euugh…” He mutters as he draws his sidearm on you, “Da’ hell you doin’, freak!? You a <span class="mu-r">SKELE-FUCKER</span> or somethin’?!”
Before you can answer, a shot rings out across the desert! Freezing like an ice cube, the driver’s tough exterior quickly melts into a trembling mess as his weapon goes tumbling into the cacti!
“Wouldja’ lookit that…” groans a calm voice approaching from behind you, “I <span class="mu-s">missed</span>!”
You see his hair long before you see the rest of him–pointing towards the looter like the butt of a gun, the skeleton’s pompadour glistens in the morning sun as its owner drags a gold comb through its length!
“Stanley Parble–guess I just saved your life, kitten!” The greaser gives you a wink as he gives you a chummy slap on the back! “Don’t worry, kid–it’s on da’ house!”
<span class="mu-b">Haulie-Paulie,</span> you mutter as a wry grin forms on your face, we meet again!
>CONTD.
