dear god wheater with a slight chance of landmines

it was an overcast day.
the rumbling of munitions.
the screech of tyrannid horrors

resounding in that dusty chasm like two towers collapsing.

[04:30 super earth standard time]
a man so filled with democratic spirit, the first landmine only seemed
to graze his thrusting, angelic form.

As he walked in that unwavering line, eyes grating on the launch console,
he was struck by a second landmine.
This time, he faltered

without legs, he pushed on with his freedom wheeler
yet even the armor of this sublime two wheeled, freedom powered vehicle-
was no match for the third, and most daunting of bear's landmines.

Rest in Unskilled Pieces.
Jolo

wow

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