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 ==Thots==
 Algy and George take out the gunships
+The Battletruck carried on, blamming left and right. A crump in the prolixity resevoir, it collapsed to one knee and emptied itself all over the forward Reg relations team.
+“they’re going to a baffled for weeks!”
+A sprint burst to the right which took out a discombobulation stack.  ''The defences weren't holding''.
+The GC wailed: “I don’t understand! They’re not listening to our careful arguments! I don’t understand!”
 Outer perimeter fails
+You got to speak a language they understand.
 ===The Farm===
-The Moor’s Gate opened out onto The Meadow and, beyond it, the [[Bretton Woods]].
+The oldest portal into the Lissingdown Settlement was the Moor’s Gate. It opened out onto a region beyond the city walls they called The Meadow and, beyond that, the dark forest of [[Bretton Woods|Bretton]].
+The Meadow was a wide flat, low-lying mud plain. It turned briskly to swamp whenever it rained, which wasn’t often, but was often enough that generations had maintained narrow plank walkways to get about The Farm. The “boards” ran from the gate all the way to the woods, and down to The Farm between them, where they raised and cultivated clients. The itinerant labourers who maintained the Farm were thus known always as the “onboarders”.
-The Meadow was a wide flat, low-lying mud plain which briskly turned to swamp when the rains came, so generations had constructed narrow plank walkways to go about their business. The “boards” ran from the gate all the way to the woods, and down to The Farm between them. The itinerant gypsies who maintained the Farm thus became known as the “on-boarders”.
+Just now, a cross-eyed, black-toothed, puck-faced peasant limped along the boards with a pail of slops. She tossed out chicken bones left and right and ladled mouldy porridge to grasping beasts who slobbered through the slats.
-A cross-eyed, black-toothed peasant limped along the boards with a pail of slops, tossing chicken bones are mouldy porridge in through the slats. [[Ramsay Punchface]] looked up at the filthy onboarder as he hobbled and gingerly approached.
+[[Ramsay Punchface]] looked up and gingerly approached the filthy onboarder. The onboarder stopped and regarded him for an uncomfortable period.
-The onboarder stopped and regarded him. “Watta fucka ''you'' wanna? Wanna-you some chicky, ah?”
+At length the wall-eyed crone said, “Watta fucka ''you'' wanna? Wanna-you some chicky, ah?”
-The onboarder fished a chicken bone from his bucket and tossed it at Ramsay’s feet. Until roared at his own joke, Ramsay couldn’t tell if he was serious. Ramsay forced an oily chuckle, just to laugh along.
+The onboarder fished a chicken bone from her bucket and tossed it at Ramsay’s feet. Until she roared at her own joke, Ramsay couldn’t tell if she was serious. He stammerd out an oily yuck just to laugh along.
-The onboarded chose that moment to abruptly ''stop''. “Well, lad, spit it out.”
+The onboarded chose that moment to ''stop''. “Well, lad, spit it out.”
 Ramsay held out his tote bag. “I caught these.”