You should travel light if you hope to survive here.

 

Here’s what I carry on any given day…

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-Z9 Huntress Carbine, a melted-on pipe scope (lens hand-cut, fitted from the mystic mirror in Monstery Manor) with aluminum echo-softening muter

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-Claire de Lune, my trusty railsword, whose blade I extracted from a dangling bit of Infinity Shuttle track. Braided onto a  hunk of  steel from the monorail’s bumper and bolted, punched-through with padded leather hilt from a rickety harness I found

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-Mausenstein, a nightmarish mask stitched together from all of the major Merrymouse mascot’s heads. I’ve found it elicits the perfect pants-shitting cocktail of shock and jangly nerves from uninvited guests. Unless I’m safe at the top of Stormer’s Cove, or nestled smug in the monorail nest, it’s best left on the head. You get used to the heat

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-Three coals in my left pocket. Though I would

never start a fire with them (which are visible miles away—you also get used to semi-raw meat cooked slowly against metal in the sun), you never know when you’ll need to create a distraction by throwing something

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…and that’s it.

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Other than that, a handful of bullets, lined up neatly like soldiers ready to load in and light ‘em up from a distance, and that's all you need.

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