Man, I like this title. Probably would’ve been better if I saved it for a Warlock-related story. Ah well, it fits for this thing, too. 

So I was in the military for a brief period of time. During which, I spent a summer in Afghanistan. It was… boring, mostly. Mind-numbingly boring. My mind had actually been numbed to such an extreme degree, that I began having some interesting dreams. Or maybe that was just the doxycycline they made me take every day. Either way, this story is borne from one of those dreams.

 

Heat.

A brutal, unholy assault on every nerve ending in your body. I thought I would adjust to it. Most of the people here probably thought they would. We haven’t. Continue reading “Traffic Jam on the Highway to Hell” →