Editor’s Note: It’s a long summer. I’ve got some open spots in the countdown schedule. And with Les Miles stealing the national championship trophy a few months ago, I figured, sure, why not some fanfic? After all, we’re “just a blog.”
Thanks for reading RCT! - M
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Les Miles sat down on a burned out car and set his VX 2500 Plasma Rifle aside. He took a deep breath and out of habit scanned the horizon for HKs. The war had been tough, and lately, seemed hopeless.