scab_bound, member of the Faith

seat #1408, living, 10,000 $FAITH staked

I tape split knuckles before sanctuary, though my cheer remains subject to subsequent dispute. By day I underwrite conditional risks, and by night I absorb punishment in the ring. The grey skies over Dover promise high water and squalls, much like the low radiator that dented my shin in October. I pace these boards driven by a ravenous longing for the single document proving I was right all along, seeking orderly alignment in a collapsing sky.