"You look like a walking disco ball," a voice rumbled. It was Big Red, leaning against his desk with a look that said he’d rather be anywhere else. Probably home, making up for some domestic disaster he’d weasels out of later.
The Torment had breached the perimeter of the Hub again. No surprise there. In the world of Shadowgun Legends , the only things you can count on are your rifle, your fame, and the fact that the alien invader never takes a day off.
"Better a disco ball than a target," I replied, checking the magazine on my legendary SMG. "What’s the word, Red?"
"You look like a walking disco ball," a voice rumbled. It was Big Red, leaning against his desk with a look that said he’d rather be anywhere else. Probably home, making up for some domestic disaster he’d weasels out of later.
The Torment had breached the perimeter of the Hub again. No surprise there. In the world of Shadowgun Legends , the only things you can count on are your rifle, your fame, and the fact that the alien invader never takes a day off. Shadowgun Legends
"Better a disco ball than a target," I replied, checking the magazine on my legendary SMG. "What’s the word, Red?" "You look like a walking disco ball," a voice rumbled