Mask on.
Few noticed Anna. Good. She had to carry less weight in this confrontation. Bullets were expensive and worth their weight in gold in the Metro. Perhaps also in this land. Amidst grove and glen these bestial humanoids emerge. Hilichurls. Mutants as far as the sniper was concerned. Pity...
Anna Miller's Prologue
Roadside Picnic
Against the great tree, the muffled voice of a gas-masked woman called out.
"Where I am from, there are no nations. Not anymore. Just people and monsters."
The sniper approached timidly. She was hard to miss being clad in IDA59 Rebreather suit. In her...
Perhaps it would do you some justice to remind you that the majority of what was originally conceived in Ragnarok did not contribute from you. Last time I recall, it was my short story that pitched the whole planet, events and history last time I recalled. You contributed. A great contribution...
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