Fair point, but this tarp over the hole I defend as my own “home” isn’t a far cry from what us poors were expected to bow & scrape for the privilege of before the Last Day changed everything everywhere for everyone. 🤷🏼♂️ It’s just hope seeping into common parlance again, I guess.
I still have a few mg of hope, the good stuff, uncut neurotransmitter prodrug. If you really want to feel it. I also, and i know this is kind of black market, but i have half an inhaler of vasopresin. This is the good shit. I wouldn’t be willing to part with it, but i got full stapled as a job requirement back in '31, so it’s no good to me anymore.
I hear ya, choom. The whole rock’s fucked and we’re just the last few koyo to slide off it. Though, I used to know a scrappy olblood from way back. Not even ink on ‘im, much less any shine. Last I heard, though: one of his homemade bunker betties glitched and fried him instead. It’s almost worth a stroll up the hill, to see if he’s still kickin’, but I prefer my face attached as it is.
Wait, you’re getting synthetic parts? Im getting ‘efficiencies’ and ‘weight reductions’ every few months. Had to give uo a kidney for my last gig, so they could ‘be sure i wouldnt drink on the job’.
Well yes, but relative to, like, baking a cake, i think that old fashioned maritime good-good is going to become much easier.
On a scale of “baking a cake” and “ruffneck boarding party”, how’s your post-apoc future going? 🤣🤌🏼
Oh, pirates cant have cake? I call bullshit. How the fuck do you afford cocoa powder in 2035?
I don’t, but the guy two tents over did. I made sure to thank him like a good neighbor, before closing our bartering session with a large rock.
Tents? Fancy. What corporation are you contracted with? Nestle? Blackwater? Walmart-yutani?
Fair point, but this tarp over the hole I defend as my own “home” isn’t a far cry from what us poors were expected to bow & scrape for the privilege of before the Last Day changed everything everywhere for everyone. 🤷🏼♂️ It’s just hope seeping into common parlance again, I guess.
I still have a few mg of hope, the good stuff, uncut neurotransmitter prodrug. If you really want to feel it. I also, and i know this is kind of black market, but i have half an inhaler of vasopresin. This is the good shit. I wouldn’t be willing to part with it, but i got full stapled as a job requirement back in '31, so it’s no good to me anymore.
I hear ya, choom. The whole rock’s fucked and we’re just the last few koyo to slide off it. Though, I used to know a scrappy olblood from way back. Not even ink on ‘im, much less any shine. Last I heard, though: one of his homemade bunker betties glitched and fried him instead. It’s almost worth a stroll up the hill, to see if he’s still kickin’, but I prefer my face attached as it is.
Wait, you’re getting synthetic parts? Im getting ‘efficiencies’ and ‘weight reductions’ every few months. Had to give uo a kidney for my last gig, so they could ‘be sure i wouldnt drink on the job’.