aight so i got this concrete noodle to beat the shit out of these buffed up ring chums that's cool and all
but y'all gotta tell me where're the big guns or w/e tf
the canon creeturs
high caliber ammonals
things that go out with a bang ya feel me?
names rebecca i'm from the future
didn't think flatlining would send ppl to the stone age
but hey you get paid for superpowered cockfights i can dig it

[ this has got to be, like. the calmest, most untouched universe in the history of forever. rebecca is impressed and almost feels like the odd one out when it's just . . . so calm. you don't have to pay taxes to keep a pet. there's actually nature around here. and you get free healthcare for you and your choom? that's fucking bananas.

now, living under normal societal norms are a huge reach. when all you've known is the outlaw life, getting a jenny's attention may come by pretty quick, but luckily— rebecca has no guns, and all her chrome is offline. ugh.

since a box of beer is actually cheap, she'll grab one of those and take to the beach. like. there's an actual beach. she's a swimmer class trainer, dawning nothing but a bikini, a jacket and boots, but she's not actually a swimmer. she keeps to the sand which feels . . . strange? but good between her toes, even if sand gets everywhere. but drinking alone mega sucks. taking the pokegear, she flips on the network and taps the tip of her bottle against the screen. ]

Ayo, who wants to party like there ain't no tomorrow?

[ she's lonely. ]