Joe Greasy's Hoff bar, Abercrombie River National Park, Australia
Afternoon in the Australian wilderness is peaceful. I hunt down wild animals in the forest, while Sheva and the Sniper run the army bunker as a mess hall for the park rangers.
Today is such a day. After bagging a deer, I decided to visit the Sniper's abode: a camping van located on a hill that overlooks the dry plain of the Park.
"Anything interesting?" I asked the Sniper, who was sipping on the weird black drink called Coffee.
"I see someone eating a kangaroo." The Sniper responded, and I looked through the telescope. There was indeed a man with an eyepatch eating what's left of a kangaroo.
"You think that's one of the Neos?" I inquired the Sniper.
"I don't know." The Sniper groaned while scoping. "But I'm thinking of turning him into colored rain."
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