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The sad thing is, that crab was probably friendly. After all, he was made to care for redbloods like Jake.

Shooting non-hostile entities is becoming something of a Hope Player habit. Hope as delusion seems like a better fit by the second.

Also... are all the Zodiac lusii on this island, then? Even the fucking Horrorterror?

Eye for an eye, bitch. Tavros killed a Harley, so Jake settles the score by killing a Nitram.

[ TOO LATE TO ABSCOND, BRO. ]

This one's a little more dangerous than a Dreambot, I take it.

What are the odds that this thing can also cut a meteor in two? Because frankly, I wouldn't bet against it.

Oh, god. I really don't think I'm ready to see what Bro's been cooking here.

Oh my fucking god, did Bro reanimate John's corpse?

#4,228

And now, for something completely different:

Vintage (1946-48-ish) run-by of Southern Pacific train #58 (Eastbound). From the days when men were men and mighty cab-forwards pulled the passengers and revenue mail.

Enhanced screenshot of the train shows.......... not much more detail. Without sound, we can't hear the horn of SP #4228, the articulated AC-10, but the engineer's hand looks like it might be yanking on the sound-maker. (Feel free to make your own train noises!)

The RPO clerk runs the crane and swings the caught mailbag into the car as the stanchions fall — this is the action shot!

And, the Conductor leans out from the posterior-most vestibule. Bye!