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F.T.W. wartime diary; excerpt 1:
Jack hurried to the arena, dodging and swaying between the seedy characters milling about. He bumped shoulders with someone who had a giant green Mohawk. “Hey! Watch it buddy,” Jack yelled.
“Jack?”
He looked closer at the man with the Mohawk but could not focus his memory.
“Holy dog shit! Jack the Ripper. It’s me, Shawn. Shawn Smash.”
“Smash, huh? Not ringing a bell.”
“You dared me to drink all that rubbing alcohol the night before the Diablo Canyon incursion.”
“Oh yeah, how’s it going, man? How’s the arm?” Jack reached out for a handshake but was given his frayed wallet back instead.
“Still not there.” Shawn twisted his body and revealed the stump where his arm used to be.
Jack put his wallet back in his pocket and laughed at Shawn’s pick-pocketing dexterity despite only having one arm. “So, what are you doing in Savage Town besides picking pockets? On a mission for the Anarchy March?”
Russ Lippitt
“Jack?”
He looked closer at the man with the Mohawk but could not focus his memory.
“Holy dog shit! Jack the Ripper. It’s me, Shawn. Shawn Smash.”
“Smash, huh? Not ringing a bell.”
“You dared me to drink all that rubbing alcohol the night before the Diablo Canyon incursion.”
“Oh yeah, how’s it going, man? How’s the arm?” Jack reached out for a handshake but was given his frayed wallet back instead.
“Still not there.” Shawn twisted his body and revealed the stump where his arm used to be.
Jack put his wallet back in his pocket and laughed at Shawn’s pick-pocketing dexterity despite only having one arm. “So, what are you doing in Savage Town besides picking pockets? On a mission for the Anarchy March?”
Russ Lippitt
