The remote English country road was practically deserted. Quaint little villages dotted the landscape, which had barely changed in appearance despite the advancements of the mid-21st Century. The dark ribbon of tarmac wound into the distance along the valley floor, sticking close to the path of a nearby river. Then, almost as if they were one machine, three powerful armadillo-shaped …
jellyphone: This is great, but you know you can vote Barry Gray as well?...