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Gunpowder Phoenix (L.A. Noire 4F)They called it the war to end all wars.Gunpowder Phoenix (L.A. Noire 4F) by nightchildmoonchild
Herschel balled the newspaper roughly in his hands before throwing it into the wastebasket. The paper was left to scream "US DECLARES WAR" to no one.
Columbia graced American walls again, as did Uncle Sam, the radio shrieking for the boys to march dutifully off to war once more. While Flash Gordon shot baddies with a blaster, boys barely out of high school were given big toys to play with.
Lynch solemnly greeted him as he stepped out of the car. The remains of an old maid who kept to herself, were laid out in the front lawn. A broken picture frame lay on the living room floor, the image of a young solider in a doughboy helmet, singed at the bottom, staring sternly back at Herschel from near his foot. A tragedy, her neighbors would say, that she and her house were lost. These things just didn't happen.
Coughing at the rain of ashes that fell into his nose and mouth, Biggs cradled his friend's body close. He knew it was useless; Winters was
Current Residence: Atlantis|
Favourite genre of music: Symphonic Metal, Industrial Metal, Gothic Metal
Favourite style of art: Literature and photography
MP3 player of choice: I've got an iPod touch
Shell of choice: Conch
Wallpaper of choice: Roger and Dorothy in Big O's cockpit
Skin of choice: Planets
Favourite cartoon character: Mr. Freeze
Personal Quote: You may say your piece. Even if I don't agree with you, I'll still lend an ear.