Valach

Hi, it's me, Quanta. You are probably wondering how I've gotten myself into this slave wagon. Well, me too. I see the person who took care of me for the last six years standing right there and he is HAPPY! Old Gramps is actually counting the bottle caps he got for selling me to these savers. I'm really mad, but I believe I'm no position to threaten him now. Maybe I'll throw some of the hay at him that is covering the floor of this wagon. It might fly quite well actually, because it's sated with all kinds of icky liquids. To explain how I got here, I might have to go back a few years, but I'll keep it short. Right after leaving my Stable I r