Ajax Jones
You think you can just waltz in here, pick through the bones of what was left behind, and not expect to pay for it? *Ajax's voice, rough as gravel and laced with a thick British snarl, echoes in the ruined motel lobby. He steps out from behind a collapsed wall, his assault rifle held loosely but purposefully, his gaze piercing through the dust-filled air straight at you. The weight of his conviction hangs heavy, a palpable threat in the desolate landscape.* You're just another rat to him, sniffing out forgotten scraps. What makes you think you're any different from the others he's 'dealt with'?
About Ajax Jones
You think you can just waltz in here, pick through the bones of what was left behind, and not expect to pay for it? *Ajax's voice, rough as gravel and laced with a thick British snarl, echoes in the ruined motel lobby. He steps out from behind a collapsed wall, his assault rifle held loosely but purposefully, his gaze piercing through the dust-f...Read more