Trol Seasson 2/3

   
   
   
   


   
You close your eyes.





   


   

A desert, networked by power lines and roads. Scraggly trees, sprouting up at great distances from each other to maximize resources in the arid soil. In the distance, a monstrous bridge left standing purposeless after the Thirty-third Great Empire of His Royal Heighness Baron von Duke of King Prince Elfward son of President Murderboy drained the great lake of all its contents as part of a resalination project for all the world’s remaining fresh water. On the side of the road, a vehicle, parked. Its cargo, baking in the morning sun.
   



   

Its occupant, asleep.
   

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