Some moon 2055
I sat down into a bar, grabbed a drink and started to sit down until a scraggly old man appeared in front of me and grabbed my shoulder. He told me to sit down, so I did. Then, the old man explained to me who this thing was "He was short and agile. His torso was strapped with tools and gadgets to go anywhere in a tomb, temple or even a artifact museum. The thief never held a gun because of his quickness and speed. It was impossible to catch him if you ever saw before it was too late. He was last of his kind, an explorer, The first to roam the Paperverse. I called him a little thief but others called him many other names that I will not mention. Find him Welker...he needs you..." he finished with tears in his eyes and walked away. As he walked away the once quiet bar went abuzz when a door burst open, a small humanoid looking creature walked in and looked right at me.
"I don't need you Welker, you need me..."
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Last Stand
Science FictionSome types of mini stories need to be in the same universe. Welcome to the paper verse. An anarchy of a world and an even better slaughter house. They say there are rules, but you don't need to follow them. They say the law will catch you, doubt it...
