FE x Sangin Overlord

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UPDATE:
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This is a picture of my Sangin Kinetic and has nothing to do with the release of our collab. Blessings and good tidings be upon you all.
I’m reporting this message as harassment. Seeing “update” in all caps in my email made me call my boss a homosexual slur and hang up the phone. Thanks for nothing Charlie.
 
So I had a super weird dream last night!

I was driving across north Texas late one evening, nothing but sage and highway around me, when I spotted an old Kenworth Conventional sitting half off the road. Its lights blinked weakly in the dark. Out there, in the middle of nowhere, it felt wrong to just pass by, so I stopped to see if I could lend a hand.

No driver in sight. The cab was empty, door hanging open. As I turned back to my SUV, something moved between the containers on the flatbed. I leaned closer and saw it—a thick, black, road-worn rattlesnake, sliding lazily through the straps and boxes like it owned the place.

It finally settled next to a big pelican case marked SI. The label said something about Charleston, South Carolina. I put it together—Sangin Instruments. Probably a shipment of watches going to FE.

I wasn’t about to steal them, but I couldn’t just leave them either. If I save the shipment, I might be granted early access to the drop! For a second, I thought about calling Texas Pete. As a Texan, he should be able to lasso a snake right? Only problem? I didn’t actually know Texas Pete. I had no computer or way to instant message him.

The snake twitched towards me, my heart jumped, and suddenly I was wide awake—back in bed, pulse racing, the road and that lonely truck fading fast from my mind.

It's really good that I woke up, or Satan the Murder Dog may have been hoisted onto the trailer to battle the snake. My guess is it would have been over for both dog and snake.
 
So I had a super weird dream last night!

I was driving across north Texas late one evening, nothing but sage and highway around me, when I spotted an old Kenworth Conventional sitting half off the road. Its lights blinked weakly in the dark. Out there, in the middle of nowhere, it felt wrong to just pass by, so I stopped to see if I could lend a hand.

No driver in sight. The cab was empty, door hanging open. As I turned back to my SUV, something moved between the containers on the flatbed. I leaned closer and saw it—a thick, black, road-worn rattlesnake, sliding lazily through the straps and boxes like it owned the place.

It finally settled next to a big pelican case marked SI. The label said something about Charleston, South Carolina. I put it together—Sangin Instruments. Probably a shipment of watches going to FE.

I wasn’t about to steal them, but I couldn’t just leave them either. If I save the shipment, I might be granted early access to the drop! For a second, I thought about calling Texas Pete. As a Texan, he should be able to lasso a snake right? Only problem? I didn’t actually know Texas Pete. I had no computer or way to instant message him.

The snake twitched towards me, my heart jumped, and suddenly I was wide awake—back in bed, pulse racing, the road and that lonely truck fading fast from my mind.

It's really good that I woke up, or Satan the Murder Dog may have been hoisted onto the trailer to battle the snake. My guess is it would have been over for both dog and snake.
....and Phantom 309 slipped back into the foggy night.....
 
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