Bob Schroeck Wrote:My snippet was fromQuote:The air here was acrid and sooty. I'd awoken to a gang of thugsCould someone ID this one for me? I don't recognize it. Thanks!
ransacking my bike, and after trouncing them had decided that I wasn't
going to leave it alone any time soon. Despite its obvious
technological superiority to everything else I had seen, passersby were
not giving it or me very much attention - I got a second glance here
and there, but more often an "I've seen weirder things than that" indifference. Judging from the variety of the inhabitants, it was probably justified, too.
"Excuse me."
I
turned to face the speaker, and I'm not sure what I noticed first: the
the scar tissue that covered his gray skin so thoroughly that it looked
like he'd lost a fight with a threshing machine, or the the belt across
his bare chest that was studded with menacing spikes of bone and
terminated at a multiply-oversized belt buckle made of uncarved bones.
His ragged, irregularly-beaded black dreadlocks only added to the
effect. "Have you seen a skull recently?"
"Why do you ask? Looking to complete your outfit?" I replied.
I'm kind of sad that nobody here recognized it.