Tyronox2

There are remains of ancient things in the bedrock of the Sonoran Desert, things left behind from dead eras where once they were as formidable and grandiose as kings.  It is easy to become forgotten out here, because the desert has a way of swallowing things which do not wish to be seen. Weathered City is one such place, degenerate and eroded by sunlight, summer, and the carnivorous tendencies of this wild, untamed landscape, and at first glance, seemingly wholly uninhabited.  It is impossible to merely waltz along Main Street and notice people, unless, perchance, such an intruder to our seclusion should happen into Mac’s bar, in which