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(This is the introduction of my character. I chose CHOTA for her faction since you can't post without one so if it is wrong I apologize and will adjust it accordingly)

 

Will and Fate

** hello folks, been thinking about a journal for a long time but my rusty english makes me real shy. So please try to ignore my grammar as much as possible and welcome into Vyper's mind.

I will try to regulary add informations about Vyper's state of mind and philosophy**

 

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Duality, This is what the universe is made of.

Matter and elements, Love and Hate, Will and Fate...

 

It is easy to rule matter when you dominate the elements.

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Gasoline, Gears and Gun Oil -29-

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He knelt over the remains of the fire where he had put her, nothing but ash remained on the charred ground. His thick glasses hung down from one hand has he silently watched the rain as it began to soak in.


"Zane.." a voice from the shadows spoke.


"Not now Michael, just go away." Zane didn’t need to look up he’d heard the voice whispered from the shadows more than enough to know its owner.


Chronicles of a Moll

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Last night was pretty interesting, made my way up to New Flagstaff. I ended up at a part filled with baila looking for fights. I'm just glad no stray bullets found me.

I got work though, my first decent looking guy in weeks. I managed to squeeze two blue out of him, so I'm not sure if he was gullible, or that horny. Or both. I'll probably get repeat business from him though.

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Sins of the Father

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((Written to Queen of Death - Unreal Soundtrack))

((This has nothing to do with my upcoming Advent storyline, but it sort of shows the past tension between Archer and his Father, and how much he loved yet hated his father.))

 

November 10th, 2156

Leroy Hunter's Estate,  Somewhere north east of North Burb   9:44 p.m.

 

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The Nuke Reject - Update 2

((Here is the week's follow up on the Nuke Reject storyline))

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The Little Saint - 11

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((Written to 'My Finest Hour' by the Sundays.))

Chronicles of a Moll

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The sun was long gone by the time I made it home, and yet again no work for me today. I guess technically I sold a pair of shoddy pants I sowed together in like five minutes, but they only got me a few chips, not the blues I'm used to. Though I guess selling a pair of a pants is a lot better than my last job.

Nothing but skin and bones plowing into me like he was digging for oil. Ugh. He paid me good, even if I did spend the majority of it in booze trying to forget it ever happened. My stomach won't shut up, should have spent some on food too. Maybe tomorrow.

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There and Back Again: Wasteland Tales

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Collected here are an archive of links to the starting posts of my completed and ongoing storylines and also to each individual post in the order they appeared.

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Tales of the Wasteland:

Echoes of Memory (1)

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The beginning of the...beginning?

 Firelight flickered across the rocky walls of the grotto and the dozen or so people concealed within, revealing glimpses and hints but never showing anyone clearly. There was no tension in the group, despite the muted voices and watchfulness- these things are a constant when out in the wastes, and have simply become habit. It's an unusual gathering of disparate people; several are clearly Enforcers, a single Lightbearer, and a few who can't be identified with a group by their dress or manner.

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Gasoline, Gears and Gun Oil -28-

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Sitting at his worktable Zane stared at the no longer cracked pistol slide.  It was cracked, he knew it was, then it wasn't.  He glanced over at Soyala sleeping in the bed, a smile crept across his face, she was such an amazing woman, and once more for the hundredth time he wondered how he got lucking enough to end up with her.  With a long sigh he turned back to the work bench. 


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Final Chapter: Discovery..

--------<[ Important notice: Trails of Sci-Fi inside, if this universe is unnatural/impossible part of the Fallen Earth by any means or you might feel uncomfortable about it that there might be hints of other lifeforms out of the planet then you should not read further. ]>---------

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Interlude - The Price of Immortality

((This takes place between Dru's being shot in Of Sinners and Saints 15 and The Little Saint 10 ))

 

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The Nuke Reject - Update 1

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((According to the render, Nat and Leeloo were searching for Hen, so the least I can do is to feed you some details about it :) ))

Harley gets on the radio and call for the girl talked to before being patched by the guy in black (Nat):

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The Nuke Reject - Henerkin's way back from the bomb

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((Henerkin was in Boneclaw for a gun delivery when the bombs got off. He is and his car is wrecked.The town being destroyed caused come cloning problems due to the traffic on Lifenet servers after the impact. This first page is what coulf have happened to him and there rest will be where the story is at))

I have rolled on that chart and see what happens to when Henerkin reclones. It should add a bit of a wild side to the character.

I needed to roll another Henerkin for the needs of the project

Y=1 No=2

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Searching for the Truth (Teaser)

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((Written to Hells Bells - AC/DC))

 

December 6th, 2053   Sunset Hills Cemetery

Grief-stricken, Archer looked at the coffin being lowered into the 6 foot deep grave. Rain poured upon him and his daughter. The umbrella did not keep a few drops of rain from dripping onto his suit. He turned to look at the man with light brown hair and a crew cut standing next to him. "Ethan?" Archer said.

"Yeah, bro?" Ethan replied.

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Gasoline, Gears and Gun Oil -27-

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Several days ago somewhere northeast of Blaine…….


Slowly Zane edged the interceptor along the barely visible remains of the overgrown road, he’d been following a trail of debris; erosion had unearthed a heavy underground cable that was a source of salvage he couldn’t pass up, but then came the question…where was it going?


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Of Sinners and Saints - 18 (Epilogue)

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((Written to 'Swamped' by Lacuna Coil.))

The sound of scraping boots and footfalls over loose rocks, then the camouflage is being dragged away from atop the interceptor where it was hidden down below the towering mesa. High above, the causeway into the commune remains an impassable smoking mess where the burned out husk of the road monster lies slain within a blackened crater dotted with the mangled remains of the Black Tide motorcycles where they fell.

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Of Sinners and Saints - 17 (End)

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((Written to 'Hallelujah' by Jeff Buckley.))

Continued from 'Of Sinners and Saints - 16'

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Of Sinners and Saints - 16

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((Written to 'Clubbed to Death' by Rob Dougan.))

Continued from 'Of Sinners and Saints - 15'

She collapses forward onto her hands and knees from the recloning chamber, trembling and barely able to hold herself up from the floor for several confused moments. She gasps for breath, then vomits violently, spittle hanging down as she sags there coughing.

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The Little Saint - 10

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((Written to '28 Weeks Later - Theme Song' from the 28 Weeks Later soundtrack.))

Continued from 'Of Sinners and Saints - 15'

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The Old Man

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"I want Sarah Gunsmith dead." That's how it all started. The words were those of a man known simply as Moriarty; a relatively unremarkable old man who would take coffee every morning in a small cafe in Flagstaff before taking a long relaxed walk through the park. In fact it was over his morning cup of coffee that he spoke these words to a rather impressionable, if nervous looking young man, reportedly in his twenties, dressed in overalls and covered in oil, whose name the staff would never recall.

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A Right Bastich -02-

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((explicit because hinted actions or threats may be more offensive to some, these will get worse))


When Dr. Parker opened the front door and stepped into the old farmhouse he’d shared with his wife and daughter, he instantly knew something was wrong.  His heart raced, he knew he shouldn’t have gotten involved, he knew he should have stayed away, but now he was trapped and he feared his own weakness was now going to cost a lot more than his compliance to that woman.


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Of Sinners and Saints - 15

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((Written to 'Let The Bodies Hit The Floor'' by Drowning Pool.))

Continued from 'Of Sinners and Saints - 14'

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A Post-Fall Afternoon

 

The rustle of paper caused Yotey to twitch his ears slightly, aiming them toward the sound as he lifted his muzzle from where it had rested on his paws. The dog yawned, a long, jaw-stretching motion done in the way only animals can manage, and he sat up. He gave a quick, sharp bark and wagged his tail, causing Robbie to turn around and flash him a grin.

"Hey there, lazy. I've got something for you." Reaching into a box, Robbie tossed a large piece of dried meat Yotey's way. "Now, let me think here, OK? This is important."

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Of Sinners and Saints - 14

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((Written to 'Kharma Police' by Radiohead.))

Continued from 'The Little Saint - 9'

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The Little Saint - 9

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((Written to 'Run' by Snow Patrol.))

She hunches on the front balls of her bare feet at the canyon's edge behind the old motel, her back warmed by a small campfire. The sunset is marred by thick, dark weather rolling in, but the expansive view is still breathtakingly beautiful. She reaches out into the world around her, but she can't find the wandering calm, her nerves still too frayed and frazzled by whatever powerful drug she'd be so heavily dosed with.

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A Right Bastich -01-

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Sitting on a wooden table, lit from a dim light above, Rykers is cast in shadow making his already intimidating presence, sinister. The front of his sleeveless shirt and his arms are speckled with blood as are a pair of heavy weighted gloves that sit on the table beside a plate with the sandwich he's eating.


"So Scott...you see the problem we have here is you're a clone. Killing you just doesn't make the same point it makes with other people." Rykers said between bites addressing the naked man swinging from the rafters of the structure.

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Gasoline Gears and Gun Oil -25-

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((while I understand that we don't all agree on technology in the game, if you have a question or concern about what is posted here in that regard I appreciated if comments were kept to the story not the technical aspects.  Debates are welcome elsewhere, other comments are most welcome.))


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