The Black-Swarm Joint, by MadMikeMarsbergen
I went to the store with a craving for a hotdog
But I was stopped by a biker on a mean green hog
He said, "Yo, man, you want a hit off this joint?"
And I did it but felt nothing and asked, "What's the point?"
He laughed with rotten teeth and then a black swarm repaired them
And my broken wrist was obscured by a similar swarm of blackness
The bones fused and the cast fell off and I felt like a badass
So I punched the biker in the face and his buddies came and stabbed me
But the swarm kept me going, and they just kept on stabbing
My wounds healed so fast the goons couldn't kill me
But then the joint wore off and the swarm left my body
The bikers broke my spine and left me to die in a Dumpster
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Tevun-Krus #37 - NanoPunk
Science Fiction#TeamOoorah and the rest of the Tevun-Krus crew return with the first issue of 2K17. It's NanoPunk, and it's badass.
