^We take Zaveed's catamaran to Vice City. Thyra fights in the shade to avoid Persian arrows and retain her Irish-girl glow.

Skip to the last three paragraphs (ye brave ones who read it) for more substantial, less Nyx going on writing spree, stuff. I do not know for how long we're meant to keep it going, so it stopped short of Thyra bronco-busting the remaining staff-cannon-boomstick. In a previous post, it is implied that both have been torn off but that's a damn dirty lie. Sorry, am ficksing.