Flit Ulrik - Agent Orange
I'm addicted to that dirty money
The buildings pop up one by one, as if from nowhere. Survivors scurry to make haste of what remains after the storm. Most of the mainland resides below the waterline ever since the latest storm washed away the yards. She keeps the fires lit to call lost ones home.
There's a new man in town, he tries to hide them but I swear I could see horns protruding from his forehead. The rattle of chains echo through the flooded streets of the Dystopian Slums spreading across the South-East Coast. He has Returned.
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The Slums of Dystopia
[work in progress]
I'm addicted to that dirty money
The buildings pop up one by one, as if from nowhere. Survivors scurry to make haste of what remains after the storm. Most of the mainland resides below the waterline ever since the latest storm washed away the yards. She keeps the fires lit to call lost ones home.
There's a new man in town, he tries to hide them but I swear I could see horns protruding from his forehead. The rattle of chains echo through the flooded streets of the Dystopian Slums spreading across the South-East Coast. He has Returned.
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The Slums of Dystopia
[work in progress]