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A Meeting of Minds, of Times

 

 

Hyle told me you are a soldier.”

 

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A Dusty Journal

Dear Jornal,

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Gunman (part 5)

Present Day

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Gunman (part 4)

Lost Bride’s ‘Orphans’ event went on into the following day. Now that word had gotten around via the grapevine, there was actually a queue waiting when Lost opened up the following morning. Urgent calls went out for more donations and the subsequent steady arrival throughout the day of cars with boxes to unload just managed to keep up with the new demand. By the time they shut up shop again, just before sunset, everyone involved was exhausted.

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New project

Hi everyone,

I just wanted to share my new project that I'm working on for the past 3 weeks. It's a cyberpunk-themed visual novel! I had to learn some basic programming and 3D posing program (a big thank you to Joe for helping me out!!!).

The finished game will be available for free for everyone on these forums as soon as the game is complete (I hope by the end of next month).

And by the end of this month there will be a playable demo for everyone interested. The reason I am putting out the demo is not bug hunting, but feedback about the artwork and storyline.

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Jeassiah Black

For Joe, the curent image I found and choose to use for forum and journal entry writing.

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For those who remember Rowdy Warpath

I haven't post here for ages, and I'm not coming for good news. 

Rowdy has passed away, less than 2 weeks ago.

 

 http://conanexilesrp.enjin.com/forum/page/1/m/36502369/viewthread/308758...

 

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Epiphany

 

 

Ytte stumbled through to Hyle’s kitchen. There was a note propped up against the kettle. The note was concise.

 

 

‘Ytte. Sorry we are not there. Needed at the hostel. Help yourself to breakfast, Coffee in the thermos. Hyle xx’

 

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no helmets please

(( This reminded me of Hope Springs Wafflehouse :D

waffle

 

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Gunman (part 3)

If it is possible for your heart to leap with joy and at the same time fall into the pit of your stomach then Baka managed it.

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Doodles

 

One day a long time ago, Pre-Fall in fact.

It was a nice sunny morning. Too nice to stay at home

So....

A mother took her two daughters for a trip into Copenhagen.

 

Can you name the girls?

 

day out

 

 

 

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Kulturschock! [3]

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“Upps!” Hyle pulled the hem of her skirt down as she made herself comfortable in the seat of the car. “Absolutely not made for driving!” She grinned.

 

“You are not…. Umm..” Ytte pointed out.

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Kulturschock! [2]

Ytte closed her eyes and let the warm water flow over her body. It felt good, much better than the tepid showers in a cloning pod. No dribbling tepid water. No industrial carbolic soap. This water was as warm as she could stand it, there was plenty pressure in the stream, and the soap. The soap smelled of vanilla. Ytte felt something she realised she had missed for such a long time. She felt feminine, she felt like a lady again.

 

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Caught!

Silja lay awake in the dark, the only sound was the dogs barking occaisionally Of course she could hear her Momma breathing, it was slow, rasping. Silja was not hungry, it was not hunger that was keeping her awake but she knew that Monna had given her extra food at the cost of going without herself. Silja knew she had to try again.

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Kulturschock! [1]

 

 

“Saturday is my day off!” Hyle announced.

Ytte dabbed her mouth and helped clear the breakfast away.

“So, lazy day. Then prepare for tonight’s party. Of course you are welcome to stay here as long as you need, Ytte. We can get to know each other a little more maybe?. And of course you MUST come to the party this eve.”

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I see U au jus...........

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Sweet ode to creepers. TO Speak to to creepers, on the partched plains_- Thirst IN creeper telepathy, MAN!; ah OASIS_- on my way down from Kalbabie/ BABBie ; Green Northern forests . The dust Drive down." Ur kickin up enough of it, dust stars magnified In their Swell , CRAZY fuckface sings partched off thirst, alWAYs long ROUND road down the long past... hits So, pastTHE-- thru teleplay past hi wave? Lights all nearly all mostly gone down .....OM...

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The Art of Laughter

Veronica looked again at the painting. 'This is pre-electric light style?' she asked.

Hyle smiled. 'Pre-Raphealite,' she corrected. 'It is Pre-Raphealite. I painted a Pre-Raphealite V V'

'I have not read the poem,' Veronica said. 'What did you say it is called? The Lady of Shallots?'

Hyle could hold back no longer and burst into laughter. Veronica looked to Hyle confused first, then smiled, then grinned, then also burst into laughter.

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Two Years and Centuries Later

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Two Years and centuries later.

 

It was not long after noon when Ytte finally reached the outskirt of Hope Springs. She paused, the streets were quiet, pretty much everyone had been beaten indoors by the savage Arizona summer sun.

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Well it seemed like a good idea at the time !

 

 

“Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

 

“What did?” Theis stopped grinding coffee beans and put the machine to one side.

 

“When Reavy showed up after the party, I was so happy. I have not seen her for months.”

 

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Dear Diary

 

Dear Diary

 

I guess I was half asleep. I rolled over to put my arm around Joe but he was not there. He was already up and downstairs coughing up the residue of yesterday’s cigars. Along the hall I could hear Anneka running up and down while Silja was coaxing her into the bathroom. The sun was shining outside. I rose and showered, feeling good, pity Joe was up, I could have started his day well.

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Fracture

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I take one look at this place and... yeah... I won't like it here. This place is anti-me. Anti-everything. 

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Lost at Shore - Part 5 Finale

The storm howled outside as Veronica, the three sailors and "Captain" Graham of the recloning bunker sat around a wooden table, sipping rum. The wet coat and hat of the Captain hanging from a hook.

'We drifted,' Jim explained. 'Lost at shore, no compass, stars hidden.'

'We could not find the way back,' Stormy added. 'All at sea, all at sea we were.'

'Marooned,' Ishmael exclaimed. 'We were marooned.'

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Gunman (part 2)

Many Years Ago.


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Pictures of old players (Characters) needed.

Hi everyone.

I have a big ask to make.

The new story I am doodling relies a lot on flashbacks. (I have chats going back to June 2012) but my memory isn't what it used to be.

So, to be faithful to those who took part in the RP I am flashbacking (is that a word) to I would like pictures for visual reference to my written description.

The first flashback involves the characters listed below. Anyone I can't get a picture of I will have to invent a description for them so apologies to the players.

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Gunman

Joe unlocked the smaller, two drawer, filing cabinet in his study and reached inside to disarm the ‘thing’. That done, he flicked through the files until he found what he was looking for.

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Curiosity.

 

 

“I likes our speshkul talk.” Anneka gave her most inquisitive stare at Silja across the table. “Why dun’t Momma and Poppa know the speshkul talk?

 

Slija smiled back. “That’s because they have not learned to speak Icelandic.”

 

“Why?”

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BONE yard Sam

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<p> A https://youtu.be/5ixRWvrkUHo / Solo tHING?/ Sam I AM, So ALOAH? burning Tis back; !...2,Two, too to love u....... After tear u apart/BLAYZE /oc/ memory turned into a bird memory of daves. before early memories r just thatbarrier / [ic] TOOLS,to Love u ,DAGGERS give all of u, All of uusss, yous you ,u and though through the shard of broken pantemine... SMOKE fills Chill blows outside these buried machine. Walls barely contain their. HEllium coughs there REMORSE/SCENT LIKE code.

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Summer Reading

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For years, this site has been a real heaven for me to express how I feel, and not just about the Fallen Earth game. There are poets here, and artists, and 3D modellers recently. What a fantastic place! I think there is a lot of experience shared in this forum, not just about art and writing, but about communicating with others even if you don't speak the same language. 

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Lost at Shore - Part 4

It was amazing, so real it was real, even sails. The ship was large enough for the three men but small enough to hide behind the hill. What was even stranger were the four big wheels attached. Veronica looked closer and noticed the ship was on a wooden frame on wheels.

'Our ship!' Stormy said. 'The problem is we have no water to sail on,' Stormy added moving his hand around the land around them.

'You built this?' Veronica asked amazed.

'Yes,' Jim said. 'If only we can sail. Imagine! Us on the water! Jim Hawkins back on the sea!'

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Lost at Shore - Part 3

'Are you sure we are not on the sea?' groaned Veronica.

'Sure,' said Stormy. 'On the land unfortunately.'

'But we are still swaying,' complained Veronica.

Jim laughed, 'It is the rum Veronica.'

'I will never drink room again,' Veronica groaned. 'My head feels terrible.'

Bang! Bang! Ishmael was hitting a hammer on a metal rod. 'How does this work?' he asked.

'No! No!' moaned Veronica. 'Too much noise!'

'I am trying to make a magnet,' Ishmael said.

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