#very pertinent to the previous post about drone season logistics
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Chapter 39: What Time Is It?
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The smell of the drones is a hammer to the horns, a demand. Your empress keeps your pusher, your will and your thinkpan, but the animal that you call your body belongs to the Mother Grub. When she calls, you’re brought to your motherfucking knees.
#price of forgiveness#very pertinent to the previous post about drone season logistics#I'm late to get ready for work to get this posted I have to SCOOT but here's this haha#sorry about any spelling formatting or continuity errors I managed one full reread but it was pretty hasty#I'll have to make sure I didn't fuck anything up some time I'm not late for work QuQ
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