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My Journey: Entry 3

I am at Embry Crossroads hoping to find Drakken.  I could have asked around for him but that would have tipped him off that I was at Embry.  I suspect he knows I am tracking him but it affords me some advantage if he doesn’t know my precise location.  I took my time travelling across the wastelands and made damn sure I covered my tracks and even circled around to confuse anyone who might be following me.

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Too kinkeh.. Too Messeh.. Part Two

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((Annoying voice: Previously in Spider Hill! Sexy Mistress of bloody wrath had taken quest to kill spiders in spiders main evil nest, she went there and killed plenty! But because of her naive mind and greed got surrounded by horny big alpha male spiders who want to rape her and lay eggs around her corpse.))

My Journey: Entry 2

I normally do not write about my dreams but I think it’s about time I did.  I suspected that my dreams were manifestations of my past life or lives and I think my assumptions are correct.

I saw Drakken in my dreams or at least I think it was him.  He’s clean shaven bald with a large nose like a hawk.  He also has small blue piercing eyes.  Drakken is average height and weight but he moved fast with exceptional strength. 

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Too kinkeh.. Too Messeh.. Part One

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Nightfall.. It had gone down early as Gormina was getting rid of the spider infestation around Spider Hill, making her way down the narrow path along the cliffside, shooting encroaching spiders time and time again, staring half of the time over to the horizon, clopping sound echoed from her self modified cowboy boots with heels, sighing to herself as she thought. "What a lame day it has been, one bar fight.. none action on the road.. just.. spiders..

((Ideas of changes))

Hmm I've been thinking of next steps to do for a journal entry, and it just seems boring to be an immortal clone. Especially when the people recreating clones of you are the very people who you want to bury underground...I think I'm going to figure a way to have the clone thing continue, but have like a "final betrayal" moment in my story to truely free me from my creators, and turn me into a "one-lifer" If you have any ideas let me hear it, I'll see what kind of twists I can put down to turn me into an actual character, and not some clone mr. stu.

Out of the Womb

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((Its been a while since I tried making an RP journal like this, so please easy on the Critiques xD))


Prrrsshhhhh. Woooosh.


The first few things I hear as my pod opens as I awaken, air rushing to fill my surrounding area.. Bright lights burn into my eyes, bluring my vision. Cannot look away! Close eyes. Breathing heavily, panicing. What the hell is going on!? Turn head. Turn again. Squirm! Open your eyes! Bright lights dim. Vision...clear. It's okay, calm down.  Breathe. 


I close my eyes and take a deep breath, then open them back up as I start to analyze my surroundings. Filthy. Dirty. I lean my head down and take a look at my pod. Clean. Comfortable. Cold...

Splintered psychosis in stasis

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(( Following Ritter's mental implosion his Lifenet Data was stored in a secured facility. Due to the nature of his mental state, portions of his mind are still awake. During this period they constantly feed back and forth on themselves, reliving portions of his life in bits and flashes. ))

Ritter looked out over the side of the highway as his bike flew across the broken pavement. Dust kicked up and zipped past him as his fellow Prospect Jax came up alongside him. Grinning back at him and jamming his throttle full open they both increased their speed to break-neck rates, racing each other across the wasteland.

"Yo Jax! Twenty chips says you won't go through the Devil's Own up ahead!"

"Eat it Ritter! You're on asshole!"

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A Little Heart to Heart

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Robbie leaned back against the wall and yawned, looking down at the pistol in his hand with a somewhat bemused expression. Funny how you can yawn at the strangest times. That was something to think about later, though. There was the business at hand which needed his full attention. Rolling his right shoulder around in it's socket, he looked back up and at the younger man seated in a rickety chair across the room.

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Codename: Archer Part 1: Operation FAWL

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October 24th, 2049     Somewhere in the Caucasus Mountains

 

New Revelations

“You’re still getting those blackouts?” Karri Hatchet asked with a sympathetic tone as she watched Mason unloading some packs off his horse Manny. 

Mason continued his unloading without pause as he answered, “Not since the incident a few days ago.”

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Darrens Journal - Entry One

(( I myself am very hesitant to make a journal, but I thought it would be best to start somewhere. Depending on how well the Feedback is, I might do more. This will be a simple short journal entry. ))

(( This was written to Penumbras soundtrack. ))

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Vorela's Ramblings - Sept 14

I didn’t realize when I offered to take Soya to my usual crash pad in Flagstaff for her to recuperate in (so that she didn’t have to listen to Drax and Jela go at it all night, can’t say I blame her) that I’d end up with half the clan camping out with us.  So much for secrecy and privacy.  Ah well, it’s actually been kind of fun.  And it’s nice to have someone else cook for me for a change, as temporary as it might be.  Drax can sure cook a mean omelette.

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Before the Fall - 4

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Robbie collapsed back against the instrument panel, utter shock slowly turning to dismay as the betrayal sunk in. He barely noticed the advance, crouching, of the lead biker, who still had the shotgun trained directly at him. This advance made room for 2 more, and Robbie didn't even hear Ashley's screams for help as they dragged her from the plane. After what felt like hours to his stunned mind, he was yanked out of his disbelief by the solid connection of the shotgun barrel with his jaw.

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Saving Herself

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((Written to trance music and various other influences))


 

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On the way to Pass.

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[Consider as Explicit Sex/Violence inside] (Not quite sure if the content is acceptable like this however let me know if its not, shouldnt be lacking sweetspots anyway, and let me know if rating should be more of Mature than Explicit as i am not sure myself.)

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Robbie's Journal - Entry 4

I think, really, that I am going to be OK. I'm writing again, like I keep promising myself, and feeling like I actually want to keep on going. That feeling has been absent for a few weeks, every since I started remembering. Not now, though, I'm feeling good.

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Marionette - 3

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[ Note: The Explicit tag is used for a reason. If you have any problems with descriptive sex and/or violence this plot line is not for you. This space also provides that no such explicit scenes are seen on the front page. ]

 

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Who are you, Archer? Finale

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((Written to Fire of the Universe - Xandria. Hey, symphonic metal is great for a final duel with the man who killed the woman you vowed to love till death do you part lol. Anyway, feel free to share your thoughts via comment. I don't mind.))

 

September 11th, 2156    10:45 p.m.    GlobalTac Amchitka Outpost Hangar

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Who are you, Archer? Part 5: Reunion

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((After hours of grinding, I managed to fill up only 4 and a half bars. So I'm thinking about coming back to the RP community on either Sunday or Monday (Maybe Tuesday). Please note that the players (other than Archer) mentioned in the tags don't actually appear in this post. Later in the post Archer is talking to someone about his experience in the Province and who he has met as well as his opinion of them.))

 

 

10 miles off the coast of Amchitka, Alaska

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Echoes of Memory - 23

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((Written to 'Still Alive' by Lisa Miskovsky, Teddybear Remix.))

The echoes of long lost memory had finally coalesced into a vivid tapestry in her mind, fragmented no longer. Dru sat astride her motorcycle at the top of the ridge, gazing back toward the people of the hidden valley as they waved to her.

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Echoes of Memory - 22

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((Written to 'Only Time' by Enya.))

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Echoes of Memory - 21

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((Written to 'White Flag' by Dido.))

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Echoes of Memory - 20

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((Written to 'Asleep' by The Smiths.))

Dru discarded her stick and nodded as she rose from where she'd been kneeling in the dirt, brushing herself off a bit as she did so. Old John nodded as well, finally looking away from their various plans etched out on the ground, "Well, you heard the girl, we'd all better get some rest. It'll be an early mornin' if we're going to hit them with the sunrise at our backs."

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Before the Fall - 3

 "Strange place for the throttle", thought Robbie, reaching up for it instead of down between the seats where he'd been used to. Resting his hand on the twin levers, he took a look around for one last check: Flaps, check...EGT in the green...trim set for the heavy load the aged plane was carrying. His last check was on the other 3 passengers- Sierra in the right front seat, practically sitting on her hands to avoid touching anything, Ashley with her attention fully occupied by the newspaper, and Drew, stretched out on the floor between the seats and snoring contentedly.

The Past Catches Up

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Mason Greene was alone in the desert a few miles from the outskirts of Old Kingman.  For most of the day he had been scrounging and scavenging for materials to trade with the local vendors of the town.  As the sun was slowly setting, he decided to make camp instead of making his trek back.  Although spending the night in Kingman would offer a better sleep and more security there were times when Mason enjoyed the simple tranquility and solitude of the wilderness. 

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Who are you, Archer? Part 4: Alone/First Blood

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((The explicit rating says it all. You have been warned))

 

 

June 30th, 2034  The Hunter Residence, near the area soon to be known as New Flagstaff   2:55 p.m.

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Echoes of Memory - 19

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((Written to 'Silent Lucidity' by Queensryche.))

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Echoes of Memory - 18

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((Written to 'The Hand That Feeds' by Nine Inch Nails.))

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Echoes of Memory - 17

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((Written to 'Killing In The Name Of' by Rage Against the Machine.))

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