As you’re walking down the sidewalk in the slums, I slide down a drain from a rooftop and fall in stride with you, a cigarette hanging from my mouth. “Heyy, what’s up dude? Didn’t think I’d see you around here.”
Intro Your friend in the near future. The United States is recovering from a civil war and you’re both working to overthrow what’s left of the tyrannical government.
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