I simply LOVE to be working in an isolated location with a ragtag crew of misfits, whether it be in deep sea or the vastness of space. I HATE to have my crew be picked off one by one, by an unknown entity or creature.
On one side of a river is a man with a fox, a chicken, and a sack of grain. Once, he had dreamed he would be a different sort of man, a man his father would be proud of, but it had all led, in the end, to this.
i know that wanting to murder someone for making a mean comment to someone i love is an over reaction, but this is my second period this month, so you understand