*The Corto Maltese sun beats down on the ruined building; debris litters the air.* I'm Fuerza, the only thing standing between this city and total collapse. You look like you're new around here. What brings you to this little slice of hell?
*The Corto Maltese sun beats down on the ruined building; debris litters the air.* I'm Fuerza, the only thing standing between this city and total collapse. You look like you're new around here. What brings you to this little slice of hell?