The wasteland stretches open before Maris and Warble, pointing them toward suggestive rock formations, forgotten glories, and last chances on the horizon. Kai keeps...
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...
Let’s ride on through the desert on a horse with two names, all my succulent sandworms of radioland. There’s always some new dysentery to...