Crimson TideI stared at the red-cloaked man in front of me, mentally scolding myself for even holding onto the memory of so long ago. He stared back, half angry, half grieved. We both knew what was to come. It wasn’t my fault, nor was it his, but I knew we both blamed ourselves for the position that we were both in. It was hard to believe that it was only three years ago that the planet was healthy, living, green, and prosperous. Now it was a barren wasteland fit for naught but war.Crimson Tide
Jamar, a dark olive man with an IQ in the quadruple digits and a weight in the triple digits (half due to the metal framework that constituted as the
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