“If you don’t get back in the game soon, you’ll lose all the appeal of the little helpless bunny who just escaped his cage.”
The white-suited astronaut raised the space pistol he’d been secretly told to carry for just such an occasion, but he lowered it as he heard its voice in his mind, saying, “Hi, I’m Wilyheart. What’s your name?” Continue reading
“You seem like a tough one, young master. Maybe you two oughter be tough together.” Continue reading
My squad starts darting between what cover we can find, screaming as we peek out to take shots at that damn tower. Patch doesn’t make it long holed up behind a giant tire. Continue reading
“I’m betting my sense of taste on this hand,” said Jack.