if you ever stumble in the woods on the corpse of a dead billionaire carrying an automatic weapon, and it turns out their name was “traffick boss”, never ever ever ever bring them back to life.
traffick boss’s corpse stumbled to the cliffside by the swamp he knew. he looked out over new spring flowers at a cloudscape with a waterfall. a lake was in the valley that stretched below among hemlock trees and oaks. a hawk flew by. he carried a walking stick, to hold him
