1. Agatha

    Private Whac-A-Mole

    Year 347 E.O.D Port Sulis, South Ilica 'Yes. Indeed. It's just as I thought.' Back bent, Sergeant Baz glanced up from where he was squatting to fix his Captain with a look. Bodies littered the ground in front of him, like husks of meat that had been left out in the Sun too long. Bloated...
  2. Agatha

    Agatha [WIP]

    Watch this space.
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