Hello ladies and gents this is the 3rd instalment of the nameless book that we are showing you i hope you like it.
Day 3
Our hero awoke to another sunfull day which he decided its time to move on so he realised the mutts into the wild because its what his wife would have done and saddled a dynabike which was left on the side of the camp and rode off into the desert watching the horizon for the city they called Tarc which was the capital of this planet.
In the distance he saw a plume of smoke the hight of many miles and as the curious man that he was he turned towards it just as his radar went off he saw 2 bankaron cruiser chasing him he knew they werent from his guild as the red hammer was emblazoned on the front of these odd machines that were built to be fast and heavily armed. Which are hard if not impossible to stop with out something way larger.
Our hero sped up going faster and faster across the sand till he reached the idea that will save his life and the perfect recipie for naan bread for some reason. He slowed down and started turning around and around quickly lifting the sand up higher and higher , faster and faster turning the desert against the enemy they stupidly sped towards what looked like a tornado at the moment untill they reached the pinacle and were slowly sucked into the vortex they coudnt escape and they span faster and faster struggling to escape.
But no they couldnt and slowly but surely got closer together our hero watched as they crashed into eachother at such a speed they merged into one fireball which was flung from the tornado and crashed a few hundred meters from the sight into a hellfire of metal and bones which rivelled the fire plumed in the distance. Our hero didn't watch them burn and sped off towards the large plume through the night.
Day 3
Our hero awoke to another sunfull day which he decided its time to move on so he realised the mutts into the wild because its what his wife would have done and saddled a dynabike which was left on the side of the camp and rode off into the desert watching the horizon for the city they called Tarc which was the capital of this planet.
In the distance he saw a plume of smoke the hight of many miles and as the curious man that he was he turned towards it just as his radar went off he saw 2 bankaron cruiser chasing him he knew they werent from his guild as the red hammer was emblazoned on the front of these odd machines that were built to be fast and heavily armed. Which are hard if not impossible to stop with out something way larger.
Our hero sped up going faster and faster across the sand till he reached the idea that will save his life and the perfect recipie for naan bread for some reason. He slowed down and started turning around and around quickly lifting the sand up higher and higher , faster and faster turning the desert against the enemy they stupidly sped towards what looked like a tornado at the moment untill they reached the pinacle and were slowly sucked into the vortex they coudnt escape and they span faster and faster struggling to escape.
But no they couldnt and slowly but surely got closer together our hero watched as they crashed into eachother at such a speed they merged into one fireball which was flung from the tornado and crashed a few hundred meters from the sight into a hellfire of metal and bones which rivelled the fire plumed in the distance. Our hero didn't watch them burn and sped off towards the large plume through the night.
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