I found a book. Its getting older, but the story carries on.
This shit started sci-fi. Future sci-fi. Airships and grappling hooks. Gas masks - filthy cities, happy air and mutant bull dikes. We started there and soon found the end of everything -- thusly -- It starts.
You'll find us three movies deep on a saturday night, or eating stolen curry come sunday. Fatten up and have fun.
Croix moves at phenomenal speeds, for the sake of spirits.