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*Catastrophe Baker and the Siren of Silverstrike* * * * * It all began (said Baker) when I decided to pay a visit to my old friend Bloody Ben Masters, who'd been the first one to hit paydirt on Silverstrike. He'd made a few million credits off his silver mine, then sold it for a few million more, built himself a castle with an acid moat around it, and retired. When I got there I learned that poor Ben was no longer among the living --seemed he'd got a snootful one night and decided to see if he could swim the moat without taking a breath. He got the last part right, because I don't believe there was enough of him left to breathe about three seconds after he dove in. Anyway, there I was with some time on my hands, so that night I mosied into town to see what the locals did for entertainment |
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