prose

Yeah, I've passed the bar, and I'm on a mission from God.

So I invented a time machine in the year 1962, and I went back in time to kill this guy that caused the world to end in 1984. And I was just about to take my shot when this second more...

They would have called her salvage, if there were anyone left to salvage her. But she was the last of the war machines, a three-legged oblate teardrop as big as a main battle tank, two big grabs and one fine more...