The siren howls so low it makes the ribs ring. One word flares on the board — SHATTER. Netsphere drops the visor. In her headset, a dry voice: “Paperfunk Recordings. Arena Three. Contact in eight.”
There’s no count — ti…
Craaazy tunes. Love the promotext!
Fuccckkkkkk.
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