MADNESS DRONES
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Last published Sun, Apr 2, 2023
I'm suprised that this wasn't a thing I heard about yet.
it was a normal day on copper 9... well semi normal, the worker drones still had to get used to living by themselves when suddenly in the middle of nowhere a rift opens up. dull, Grey buildings could be seen accompanied by a red, Hellish glow.
out steps the one and only Hank J. Wimbleton. the rift closed behind him and now he was ready for a new madness.
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