A naked man stands before a tumultuous shore. Shivering, he surveys for trees or heads to bash. There’s more than way to make a fire. He turns, prey in sight – as a foghorn shatters silence and concentration. The man’s rock falls to his side, and the ship comes into view.
There’s a big boat in Rust now. And also a new gun and some gloves. (more…)
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