BigSaltyDog

  🌅 Epilogue – Till Next Time, Trouble The sun crept lazily over the rooftops, washing the world in a warm golden glow that felt far too innocent for what had happened the night before. The Leopard 2 tank sat proudly (and slightly crookedly) outside Salty HQ, still tangled in cobwebs and fairy lights, like the aftermath of a Halloween parade that had gotten way too flirty. A few glow sticks still blinked weakly in the morning light — like they, too, were hungover. Inside, the gang of misfits was sprawled across sofas, beanbags, and suspiciously cozy piles of blankets. Winky was asleep wearing half a vampire cape and a traffic cone crown. The Govna was wrapped in a cobweb net like a mummy who’d given up. Ye Olde Large Lad was snoring so loudly he could have powered a fog machine. And right in the middle of it all… sat Stg. Salty. His pilot’s cap was tilted on his head, one boot was missing, and the “Jars Yogan” badge was hanging on by sheer willpower. Sarah — blonde, glowing...