Welcome to the new normal, followers, failures and philanderers (who I love just the way you are). Horses in the pool, unspoken alienation and allegiance, patricide, matricide, and everything in between. It sure is a lot to keep track of, yeah? It’s time to blow this popsicle stand, so bring Maris a machine gun, and turn Warble loose, because they’re all out of bubblegum, and eat pieces of crap like these for breakfast!
Our fearless warrior queens take time to reconnoiter their rendezvous. Sometimes you get the dog made of people, and sometimes you get your clam...
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...
Episode 2 - We Only Come Out at Night Maris and Warble wake up satisfied, and hit the ground wobbling like newborn foal. Kai...