@chase-eternally-young
A flash of energy rippled through the land, bringing with it a lone traveler. One could only hope not for a vacation, as it was far from hospitable, or even remotely nice to look at. In polite terms, a shithole.
It was a dry, desolate place, baking under two suns. The sand only served to further increase the heat. Luckily, not a soul was in sight, so one could at least broil in peace...
“HEY, YOU!”
Or not.
“Don’t fuckin’ move!” One of several “locals” shouted down, a small number of ragged men crawling out from a nearby rock cropping (likely taking shelter from the suns), guns up and aimed at their unlucky target.
“Well now, the hell’s a fuckin’ pretty-boy like you doin’ out in the desert alone?” One of the men scoffed, spitting through missing teeth. “Keep yer hands up an’ empty yer pockets!”
“How’s he s’posed to empty his pockets if he keeps his hands up?”
“Shut up, Ed! Don’ ask stupid questions, an’ jus’ let me do the talkin’!”
Clearly he was dealing with the highest of intellectuals.
