I'm playing the Battlebabe, Crow. She's got a crossbow that'll punch right through your armor, a freakin' glaive (or in more common AW parlance, a big ol' fucking blade on the end of a goddamn pole), and prophetic visions of who lives or dies in battle.

She copes with the last bit by getting wasted at the Maestro D's drug den at every reasonable opportunity.

On radioactive shroom juice no less

Some people take advantage of the edible options Lotus's place serves up to take the edge off of dreamshroom tincture.

Crow thinks some people are fucking weak.