It's the night of the first of two recording days for this season of Dragon Friends.

I feel pretty sane.

First, the bad news.

The world is no longer habitable to human life.

Now for the good news.

Your new life starts today. You are all now, at last, in sector CY4, inside the abandoned textile factory that your mission sent you on.

And you can see a scene of carnage, a scene of bloodshed, bodies on the ground. What looked like many different

red, orange, and yellow operatives of a complex, splattered in blood, but also a few more figures

in sort of strange white robes with wooden cruciform amulets. There's at least two of them,

and some of them are holding weapons, some of them

are holding primitive slug throwers, a few of them are holding their lasers. It looks like

some shit has gone down here as Lonnie looks in, his face hardens. Like this isn't the

first massacre he's seen as he steps inside. Now, a slug thrower. Is that what it sounds like? Well, this is interesting because what it sounds to me is that it fires slugs, small, hard-tip rounds, and it's a sort of kind of automatic machine. You said it was lying on the ground? What were you imagining? Oh, dang. You can see the picture inside my headline right now. Like a medieval treboshae that a hole's really big, gooey slugs. Like a banana slug. Yeah, like a banana. The biggest is gooeyest of slugs. Is this the gun that he made? No, he has a common round. Oh, can I grab that slug mugger? Yeah, you grab a working slug thrower and you pull it, it has a strap and a sling, you check and it has about six rounds left.

You can't see any extra magazines.

And Lonnie says, well that's not going to help you clean up this mess, mate.

Come on, let's go.

Who's got the power mop?

What happened here, my good man?

There are human bodies I've never seen this many bodies since the orgies I used to go to back in the day I wish.

I'd say, I say I wish.

Not that I used to fuck dead bodies.

I just want you guys to know.

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