"Is that so? And just how do you think you were able to fly through the Bulwark to get to this damned planet? Did you really think they turned a blind eye of their own accord?"
Let’s do a “campfire story”! I’ll start the story, with one sentence. You reply to MY sentence with another one. (try to keep it NOT X rated, ok!?) Let’s see where our story takes us!
On a dark night, a girl stood under the pale moonlight, looking out to the sea.
((hey, everyone else…join in?This coupling over here should more of an…orgy? LMAO, a literary orgy. What a concept))
She pushes open the heavy door, and enters the farm house, hanging her cloak on a nail in the wall, and turn towards the kitchen table.