It’s the first law of the wasteland, always keep one in the chamber for the ferryman. Things have a tendency to go Murphy out here, and he’s an expensive date to please. Sit tight, and sqwunch your toes in the carpet, because things are gonna get loud and proud in all the worst ways; like three hour spoken word interpretive dance kinda ways. Ya feel me?
Some say being surrounded simplifies things, and then others say it's A-Ok to load down their dog with grenades like an adorable munitions caddie....
I spy with my sandy eye an outpost in the distance that proves to have some internal troubles of its own. Maris and Warble...
Our fearless warrior queens take time to reconnoiter their rendezvous. Sometimes you get the dog made of people, and sometimes you get your clam...