Thread:Tybereous/@comment-26210095-20160918214611

It was raining the usual oily rain on the planet of Etria. The black drops came down so hard they almost hurt. This was a backstreet alley of Etria, the kind where you could get your throat slit in the blink of an eye and all your credits robbed. The wind was brutaly cold, and the oil began to congeal into this slushy subtance that stuck to your boots. Tybereous was walking down the alley when he heard a low groaning sound around the next corner. 