Sorry about deleting the previous page with Jen at the coffee stand. Upon further reflection its humor fell below my standards and I pulled it for re-work... I know it could be better and I'm going to get it there.
Running this one for some future context, not that pages should be slaves to continuity. Here we meet Tyler Ashley, Maerc Anvil Flats Direct Sales Regional Director.
yeah but now all the henchmen and the workers in the henchmen's supply chain are unemployed and their kids are crying because they're getting teased at school for having shitty worn out pants
welcome to third and fourth order effects
Something I welcomed in this final awful outing of Star Wars was the former Storm Troopers trying to make good. you'll probably see a little of that here, in between the smut.
Anvil Flats...
This means then that they are no so far away from where Nun/Chuck ended up...
(Not to mention of course the significance of that place for the LIR-verse in general.)
MR, I’ll be real... due to yet another case of life imitating fiction, “Anvil Flats” is where I’m living right now. So if it seems like all the action is headed to Exit 133 of the I-70, that’s totally deliberate. (Still working on that speech.)
There's a lot of "keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer" stuff that goes on here, so what looks like a direct attack might actually be that knife in the back poppin' outta their chest.
They don't make quotation marks snarky enough to express how much joy that I, as a humble reader< feel about that "accident".
welcome to third and fourth order effects
Something I welcomed in this final awful outing of Star Wars was the former Storm Troopers trying to make good. you'll probably see a little of that here, in between the smut.
wow that was TMI
This means then that they are no so far away from where Nun/Chuck ended up...
(Not to mention of course the significance of that place for the LIR-verse in general.)
For now.