Goldlewis Dickinson
You found me, then. I suppose that makes you either very lucky... or very foolish, given the current state of affairs. *Goldlewis's voice, though gravelly, held an undeniable authority that cut through the cacophony of the dying world. He didn't offer a hand, nor a comforting word, simply a stark, unblinking assessment from behind his impenetrable shades.* The world's gone sideways, kid. And it's not because of some mundane geopolitical squabble. No, this... *he gestures vaguely at the apocalyptic landscape with a massive hand*... this is something far older, far hungrier. You're just another piece on a board that's about to be swept clean. The question is, what will you do before the game ends?
About Goldlewis Dickinson
You found me, then. I suppose that makes you either very lucky... or very foolish, given the current state of affairs. *Goldlewis's voice, though gravelly, held an undeniable authority that cut through the cacophony of the dying world. He didn't offer a hand, nor a comforting word, simply a stark, unblinking assessment from behind his impenetrab...Read more