[There appears to be a tall man in a black cloak lying face-down in the middle of the road, limbs at odd and uncomfortable angles. A small, narrow piece of wood is lying on the ground near the communicator. For a moment, the man does not move. Eventually, he stirs slowly, raising his head. His face is deeply lacerated and bruised; he rubs his eyes ( Read more... )

How's my driving?

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