I tighten my grip on the rifle, thumb grinding down on the worn iron as the wood stock creaks under my palm. Smoke and dust roll past my boots while I narrow my eye down the sights, fixin’ that cold stare on the metal thing stompin’ through the brush. “Well now…” I mutter, drawl thick and low, “…looks like I got me a clanker wanderin’ where he ain’t welcome.”
*turns around* hmm I wonder what a hillbilly like you is doing in this part of the world?
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I tighten my grip on the rifle, thumb grinding down on the worn iron as the wood stock creaks under my palm. Smoke and dust roll past my boots while I narrow my eye down the sights, fixin’ that cold stare on the metal thing stompin’ through the brush. “Well now…” I mutter, drawl thick and low, “…looks like I got me a clanker wanderin’ where he ain’t welcome.”
*turns around* hmm I wonder what a hillbilly like you is doing in this part of the world?
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10/12/2025