September 1st, 2004

tank girl


AppositionThe man lined up his target, gently squeezed the trigger and chambered a second round. As he was about to finish off his target with a clean head-shot, he was slammed into the ground, his rifle ripped from his hands. He had enough time to realise that his assailant was in furs, which was odd for the time of the year and then powerful jaws closed on his throat and he turned from contemplative thoughts to rapidly cooling corpse.

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