Now, first things first: I gotta get me one o’ these SteamPunk Harleys!
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I’ve gone a little bit Sci-fi here / The Dark Tower…
Yellow death fell back into The Nothing as the dust settled. Only here and now was left on old man Boltzmann’s porch, and he was mighty grateful for its Chronal refuge.
The Sun still shone – just! – and the trees shimmered in the faux warmth sure enough, but he was too busy counting his lucky stars at retrieving the gas canister from the sandstorm to care. The ablative plating on his Trike had done it’s job, keeping him safe from within the Null point, but it’s withering effects had drained too many Joules of energy, and Heat Death seemed so much closer now…