A backwater bunch of students wedge between highRivalry as they go in pursuit of contraband come~Oddities: exciting Slot"Chordized life forms & gradually coaxing Options to redesign their own nature. Part of them already genetically spliced /-\ including Pyramis, who has been disinte'Greated by whiir'pool among his father's museum archives, covertly intercepted by the SILPH~fibers who speak of magnifying resources via rich*jeWells, while M%Arched by the Cyber*coping for hybrid#Tat Renaissance.

Microscopic geometries glisten at him, boiling under the skin; if any want Influence, they'll have to Filter bait, then Etch new templates over core Foundations. And it's bombs away with Buccaneer bartering that coincide with Rubecca, half of town Legends, witch no one can quickly Peg what she's romped out of her cottage over - but she's Giant'vanced enough to have charmed an insect nest into a G'@stral beacon. Wait, that's merely a parcel-truth among the Maternity: even they don't foresee what new~Wave machinations come stirring behind mentors & flooding between Pir@sitic bOOty.

Gestures & genders begin to hanggg questionably about who Guards what (*costumes & hostages doth ripple..).);  promi'Sealing tremendous tHornZ as the seekers strive to polish crystals to cutting-edge circuits & harvest the Abodes of neck'tar W^ere fore-shaken i./Deals must restruct'Shore preconceptions ~ + Even if they're monitored around the clock for honesty, the crew won't remain earthbound Fur-long once they understand t@tts & perMute~Ability...

Valkyrie ShoWerres vs. The decoy Lend$'

“Play nice now kids,” Gutt warned, and broke camp. 


I followed at a brisk walk, over to where a narrow set of stairs rippled away from = the luxurious Rink. = We leapfrogged the three steps, stomping towards a ramp beside the bar. The ramp lay alongside a wall near the left side of the Front doors, & ascended to unite with a balcony situated overhead the bar. There was an ongoing feud as to its bona fide name. Gutt called it The Wooden Leg; I called it Peggy (short for peg leg) -- right now a butterball cow could name it and we’d both give two thumbs up. 


Hope dis-Honored in SMOKE...