Voodoo pats down the outside of the raider's pockets for sharps before diving in - he doesn't know if Ellen's world has HIV to deal with, but he'd be pretty surprised if it didn't have at least one of the heps, and getting stuck isn't his idea of a good time.
"-huh. Postcards."
They're the usual "wish you were here" fare of pre-War pictures of Tunnelton. Scenic, sure, but not something a raider would - oh, would you look at that? There's a tally of his kills on the back of each. Looks to be about...55 people, a yao guai, and three rabbits, give or take.
Voodoo shakes his head, tearing them in half and sprinkling them like confetti over the raider's corpse. "Goddamn. You were just an all-round stand up guy, huh?"
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Voodoo pats down the outside of the raider's pockets for sharps before diving in - he doesn't know if Ellen's world has HIV to deal with, but he'd be pretty surprised if it didn't have at least one of the heps, and getting stuck isn't his idea of a good time.
"-huh. Postcards."
They're the usual "wish you were here" fare of pre-War pictures of Tunnelton. Scenic, sure, but not something a raider would - oh, would you look at that? There's a tally of his kills on the back of each. Looks to be about...55 people, a yao guai, and three rabbits, give or take.
Voodoo shakes his head, tearing them in half and sprinkling them like confetti over the raider's corpse. "Goddamn. You were just an all-round stand up guy, huh?"