You can hear them moving up fast; faster than your meat legs can carry you. There's a snick as they pop the rippers and move in for the kill; you flatten against the alley wall, and brace your Minami against the slick, slimy stone. It's now or never, you think, slamming back the bolt and offering up a prayer to whatever dark and nameless gods might be listening.
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A State of Dis-union...
"America's undergone flood, fire, and famine in the last thirty years. Along with Martial Law and one of the longest guerilla wars we've ever fought. There's gangs on the streets, pollution in the air, and the Corps looking down from above. But when the Outside gets too nasty, we still pull together and get the job done."
"Why? 'Cause it's our country—and that's just the... [click here for more]