Shiu - Tue, 04/26/2016 - 4:24am
New Flagstaff, Franklin's riders office
That poster was great, sitting on the office's wall. A picture of a few rounds, with some words under it :
" Selling Ammunition, 2 chips per unit, any caliber. Send a letter or drop a note to Jasper at the NF's rider's office. "
Kabou Dabi - Mon, 04/25/2016 - 1:50pm
Engel - Tue, 04/19/2016 - 6:28am
Fat bombs fell and destroyed the city. Hungry fire spread out leaving only ash and charred memories. Of course the buildings burned down, but the destruction was so great that even the streets were gone, not even a trace of these blood veins of a big city. These streets, like the houses, only remained in the minds of the survivors. They could retrace the steps in their mind, but the reality was a flat sea of rubble. You think this is some recent history class, the Fall and Shiva virus and all that.
Hyle Troy - Sun, 04/17/2016 - 2:57am
Ohhh Noooo !...
While exploring. Hyle Sharky and Veronica make a terrible discovery...
(( Little fun picture for Sharky and V V ))
Canni Belle - Sat, 04/16/2016 - 4:53am
((This is a crossover RP that involves another game (See title of post). The Idea is to take nothing from either place but instead merging the two but it may well disagree with the concept everyone else has in game. This said I ask only that an open mind is kept as the story is read and please be assured it will not be pushed on anyone when she returns to the wastelands (and she will be back).
Currently Canni is beyond the place a distant Tuesday night DJ refers to as "The Canyon" Having followed Ardenn into a portal that lead to a very secret world.
Shiu - Fri, 04/15/2016 - 12:25pm
(( This part of the story starts the same day as my last journal entry: Black and Yellow ))
Engel - Thu, 04/14/2016 - 7:53am
*based on a true story actually
Everything is not always violent and bleak and full of despair here in the wasteland, but it seems to me that when the good news finally come every once in a while - they do so with a tinge of blood anyway.
Veronica Volt - Mon, 04/11/2016 - 5:18pm
"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one."
'What are we going to do Dude? I mean... will she dissolve or something?'
The geologist known as Rocky looked to his Vista friend. 'What? What the hell are you talking about?'
'She is one of those collar wearerers dude. They dissolve if they... you know... when they... you know... if they... you know...'
Shiu - Sun, 04/10/2016 - 11:21am
Sunshine corners, Northfields
sandmoon - Tue, 04/05/2016 - 10:04pm
Seemed like all allison really did while she hide off from the res of the world was dig holes. For what reason? Well she didn't know that much. She would trap them, hide loot in them, Or just leave them out.Maybe it was something for her to do while she stayed at Newton away from people because she wasn't sure of what was going on in the world and didn't want to see if it was, Or to see if a new out break had happen. So this is what she did dig holes and hide, But maybe it was time to come back to a town like Oil ville and talk to people.
Holy Elite - Tue, 04/05/2016 - 9:25pm
Kaibab Forest, 0326 Hours.
The skies were black, covered in a harsh rainstorm. Blanketing the lush forest of Kaibab, the wind howling and sharp during such a storm.
Silja Henningsdottir - Tue, 04/05/2016 - 11:15am
Silja stood behind the board, slowly and methodcally ironing the pile of laundry. She hummed a little tune to herself as she steamed and pressed the tiny blouses and colourful dresses. The pile on the left diminishing. The finished pile on the right smelled wonderful, warm and clean.
Silja paused for a while. The aroma of fresh laundry triggered a little pleasant daydream.
Engel - Sat, 04/02/2016 - 1:52pm
Let it be known that the last year was - the year of the Fear.
By naming it properly I hope to bind it to a time frame behind us, where it can stay harmless and docile.
Aventae - Fri, 04/01/2016 - 12:59pm
Maddox Maxxinsky - Wed, 03/30/2016 - 4:08pm
Afternoon, just outside of New Flagstaff.............
Veronica Volt - Tue, 03/29/2016 - 7:16am
"Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world."
Albert Einstein, Smithsonian, February 1979
Veronica knocked on the door. From inside she could hear loud music but no response to her knock. She knocked again. Nothing. She pushed the door open a little and peered inside. The room was thick with smoke. 'Is anyone there?' she called. Someone was in there. 'Hallo?' she called again louder, 'Anyone there?'
Joe Spivey - Wed, 03/23/2016 - 7:29am
The professional in her, the intellectual, wanted to call Victor out on his bold assertion. But forcing an argument on a man she was hoping to get closer to was not exactly going to be a winning strategy.
Pyrok Driftlin - Tue, 03/22/2016 - 7:27pm
I decided to set up home on the roof of the library. Rains a fair amount here, I think I could use that to my advantage somehow. Roof became the best option when I spent a sleepless night worrying something was going to come through the windows. I don’t know what’s out here, could be human, could be something else. Could be nothing. Nothing is just as terrifying really, if no one’s inhabiting this town – there’s a damned good reason for it.
I just don’t know it.
Garrett Aubrey - Sun, 03/20/2016 - 8:21pm
-Many signs would be seen around various main cities. Oilville, New Flagstaff, Traders Flat, Citadel, and Embry. Each one containing the same message on it.-
(( This is an attempt to bring back Garrett's old shop. Anyone is welcome to come, and anyone is welcome to apply. The location is the New Flagstaff Ballistics Shop))
notheredave - Sun, 03/20/2016 - 1:01pm
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Hyle Troy - Thu, 03/17/2016 - 5:14am
In the distance she could hear the mixed sound of Sharky's motorcycle. The unmistakable symphony of growl, burp and fart.
Hyles day was almost over His day just starting. But over the weeks it had become a little habit that they would join for a supper/breakfast.
The conversation was always fun. Surreal, interesting.
Discussions on culture differences. He Being Chota, she being Tech. The fact thier body clocks were so out of synch, they only had time together short.
Mia - Fri, 03/11/2016 - 8:06am
notheredave - Tue, 03/01/2016 - 1:51pm
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Metal - Tue, 03/01/2016 - 7:54am
((Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of cannibalism, Schizophrenia, and Corpse Mutillation. I tried to spare every gory detail leaving in only enough where a general picture could form in the mind of the reader, as I wanted this to be friendly to most audiences.))
Darmody - Mon, 02/29/2016 - 5:19pm
It's been 2 months... I've ventured back and fourth out of the village in that fraction of time. But for the past month and a half I was out of the village. I went to visit other cities and outposts, there was one completely walled up by survivors. They had Enforcer tents, military issued equipment. None of them were military however.
Malteserlord - Wed, 02/24/2016 - 4:06pm
Karl now well rested and with light beginning to appear over a nearby hill cascading down onto the small camp he currently resided, it wasn't much but it was a respite from the wasteland. The small camp consisted of a small fireplace flanked from all angles with varying sizes of rocks a simple creation and yet so esential to life. Just beyond the fireplace laid an unfurled bedroll tattered with a collection of belongings including a rifle, the ammo for said rifle, a few pictures facing down onto to the ground and finally a small bag that contained a couple of cans of food and some water.
Pyrok Driftlin - Wed, 02/24/2016 - 10:39am
Things to be thankful for:
My steadily returning technical aptitude
The hobby store down the road
A relatively undisturbed library
notheredave - Mon, 02/22/2016 - 2:22pm
notheredave - Mon, 02/22/2016 - 2:14pm
Joe Spivey - Sat, 02/20/2016 - 7:43am
Bodil relaxed… a little. Well, perhaps more than a little. It was a nice day. The countryside was beautiful, despite the lurking Auto-Cults. The car was air conditioned. Victor was charming, and he smelled nice. So, Bodil didn’t let little things bother her. Like that she was being driven to a place she didn’t know, to be among people she didn’t know to be a witness to something she knew nothing about.