spaceships and rayguns
This is all there is, there isn't any more.
"C'mon, guys, have a little mercy here," said John.
Gary laughed and took a drag of his cigarette.
"You failed your saving throw," he said.
Brett swung his legs back and forth over the porch banister, kicking the peeling blue wood with his heels.
"Dude, I've been playing Logarth since we switched to Advanced," said John. He squinted in the sun, ran the back of his arm across his forehead, wiped his arm on the side of his shirt.