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boxofkururu2018-11-17 04:55 pm
shotinhead) wrote in boxofkururu2018-11-17 04:55 pm
psl time
It was common for somebody new to blow in. But somebody who had such innocent eyes (well, singular eye) like Perrin? Now that was rare. Rumours, of course, followed the strange short man. That they'd crossed from coast to coast. That they were stronger then they looked.
That they were a one man army, and had come to the Boston Capital to control it, like the strange path carved though the Wasteland in general. The one known as the King, able to take down entire factions if they got on his wrong side. Myths had been built up.
But could that really be the same guy who casually slept just outside Goodneighbour, only roaming in during the day? Who seemed to be willing to help people no matter what - not asking for favours?
Just what was this man with a massive scar though his face and a limp in his step up to...?
That they were a one man army, and had come to the Boston Capital to control it, like the strange path carved though the Wasteland in general. The one known as the King, able to take down entire factions if they got on his wrong side. Myths had been built up.
But could that really be the same guy who casually slept just outside Goodneighbour, only roaming in during the day? Who seemed to be willing to help people no matter what - not asking for favours?
Just what was this man with a massive scar though his face and a limp in his step up to...?