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ME3: The Lost
Title: The Lost
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairings: FemShep / Garrus
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Bioware, I'm merely attempting to expand upon it.
Shepard was leaning her elbows on the railing that surrounded the holographic image of the Normandy on the command deck. Her hands were wrapped tightly behind her head to the point where her knuckles were turning white. Her body felt heavy, and her eyelids insisted on shutting on their own. She could barely register what Miranda was yelling. Her voice sounded as if she was deep in a cave and it was echoing out the entrance.
Kasumi Jacob Grunt Legion Jack Tali Gar-
Oh God Garrus
The Cerberus Operative wouldn't stop. Through her daze, Shepard could faintly hear other voices chiming in, trying to defend the mission and her decisions. After what had just happened down there, the Commander
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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