MRS7 Memo #1: Black and White and Green With Envy

Sit still. Blink sand out of your eyes. Sit still. Blink away sand. More sand. Sit still. And repeat… Across the track, on the other side of the bankings, was Superball. On Ghost Plasma’s behest, Dragon’s Egg had spent the past fifteen minutes watching them together, unnoticed, from behind one of the emptied-out fan stands.Continue reading “MRS7 Memo #1: Black and White and Green With Envy”