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Little Girl Lost-Call of the Wild (Pt 2)


((due to moving it took longer then I expected to get back to writing, continuation from part 1 that can be found here.))

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Scavenging run


Zanesville outskirts, Sector 1

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NoWHere near here

https://youtu.be/XFP_RKY4-WA  Death  Hear Huh?: Clear ahhh he stops the kiss MMM.  yummy Yummy?? LoL loh oh oh oh shes vanished  i am the NON Clone  within  u, dave Telepathy thru YOU  like ur drone  Noth  Piss  FLOWIN like wind INTo A kiss OM On INTo the FIX  toward the  TOMB  flowers withered stones AH HAH NitetimeS/ LAST shroud  when sun has moved around  U again Goodbye SUNSHINE  Good morning her kiss  INTO SUNSHINE gone  GET out dave Gogone to another virtual Real.. we dont want u here in this one...

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Waffelhus Enterprises A/S Præsenterer ... Hyle's Birthday Party !!



(( It would be fantastic to see as many old friends as we can get there ))


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Knock, Knock, Knocking on Halloween Door


It was Halloween and the gloom of the evening seemed to be alive with mischief. Or so Veronica liked to imagine. As she stood in Lukas lab in New Flagstaff she glanced over to the carved pumpkin near the window. Well, it was not really a pumpkin, more a oversize tainted vegetable of some kind. Actually it was not really carved, more hacked to some hideous form by the enthusiasm of Veronica but with very limited skill. She smiled. It really was hideous. Luka hated it but it quite is the resemblance of him she thought.

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The Box (Pt 1: Family)



(Artist: Me!) (Music: Fleshless)








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The seeds

Hello to everyone that still reads and posts on these forums. I wanted to share fantastic news that I am currently writing a proper book!!

During the time spent in FE and on this forum I've gradually lost any fear of writing. At first I thought that I could only write short forms but it turned out that a book is just a collection of relatively short chapters.

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Un Hinge


https://youtu.be/jGNkm-SFsAYPM 10/18/2016 possehey /u,I in these musings of urs. muse  i am the within  u... have lifted hand  and knife dagger hand scalpun BALLS , UN  hinge :       /im goanna guide us understand very well Noth cause theyre comming from me.Radio broadcasts     writen urunhistory  within here Noth oral history says they have always lived there.Noth oral history un none  i am'' is THIS HERE?

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Like a Volt in the Night

'Calling Window Washer. Calling Window Washer. Hallo? Are you there?' Veronica stopped and listened to the radio. No response. She glanced out of the garage to the Picus gate, illuminated by guard light in the night, before returning to try the radio again. 'Calling Window Washer. This is Purple Pigeon. Are you-'

'Veronica is that you?' returned a voice within the crackle of static.

'Shh... Do not use my real name!' Veronica responded urgently.

'Oh yes... I forgot about that Veronica,' crackled the voice again.

'Fenster! No real names!'

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Holy woman

was waiting in line in front of a makeshift elevator down in Boneclaw, one of those contraptions that make you think if they are really worth getting into - you will avoid walking down the slippery slopes to the lower levels, but you run the risk of plummeting all the way down.

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Sow a resurrection.. Is this is this  regurgitation in this Deathlands?....imobile almost frozen/ awaken cosmic orgasm our deaths my sweetness SO CUM WITH  u wilds every ever STEP  every animal we  U ever encountered....MMMMMMMMMMM Sow a.  HELL sustain shes good oh f**k very TELEPATH?

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The folk of Overlook Ridge

It was two years ago that I claimed the Plateau to be cleared of large maneaters. From the trailers of Toro Valley, a prime hunting ground where the majestic natural slope makes it easy to set up a machan for blind hunting, and over the treacherous Dry Flats where the worms call themselves the only hunters, all the way down to Westreach - a bleak place where food is sparse and predators crafty. 

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The Nightmares of a Mad Child


(Art: ???) (Music: Relaxing Soundzzz)






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Incident at Picus Ridge - A Special Oddity


Sharkdog glanced out from the garage towards the gate of Picus Ridge. Where was she? Surely she must be here soon. He would have joined her, but the Techs there always seem to be suspicious of him. He walked about impatiently and then looked outside again. Something purple was approaching, fast. 'Sharky! Sharky where are you?' he could hear her calling. He walked outside.

Veronica ran up to him, breathing rapidly and covered in something. 'We must go!' she screamed. 'We must go now! Run!'


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da bomb

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A mind of its own

(the cole dyson rp has kind of taken on a mind of its own becoming his own FE world. Random rp with NPCS and quest givers has added some crazy and very fun rp, too much to write or even keep track of.


Since the wreck cole has:

Stumbled upon a cave with a hoard of dead bodies, exploring the cave cole found lifenet equipment making the may fly untrusting of clones.

His buddy ash was attacked and almost killed by a blight wolf

He made chota friends in Hope.

He and ash where beaten up in a bar fight by npc jerrry in beaus.

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In the Men's Room (Pt 2)



(Artist: Rob Zombie: VRRV) (Music: Dolly's Nightmare)








A Little Help From My Friend

A full stomach, gas in his bike, Cole's luck seems to be improving. The young one lifer sets out for a ride to enjoy his day and make his way north looking for more work. Spirits high Cole hammers the throttle down, his old bike responds with a throaty roar and the suspension lowers from the hard acceleration and the bike and rider motor on down the road.




"Hose" be trippin!


the man lets out a grunt of pain as he limps towards his bike, one hand holding a small piece of rubber hose, his other cups the fresh wound on his shoulder.

"Fuckin' bitch!"
Cole kicks at a corpse of a blade dancer as he exits the small camp.

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The glitch of god

"You can stay dead only so long. Where first there was nothing, the pieces all come drifting back together like a movie of an exploding shell run in reverse.
The fragments come back slowly, grating together as they seek a matching part and painfully jar into place. You’re whole again, finally, but the scars and the worn places are all there to remind you that once... you were dead."

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Little Girl Lost- Timelapse

"A childs gift is the ability to not recognize boundries and obstacles or the difference between good and evil until they are told what to think and what should not be seen.  A more pure energy can be found nowhere in the universe, a precious and fleeting resource that by its very design, craves a trusted hand to guide them."

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Red leather day


https://my.mail.ru/bk/serben/video/701/3334.html      u imag inemmm em ...machines...down below left on here ...2 too.long long ago HERE;+Crash so  Glow they wont. Mostly She is the SaDest  beautiful place .........Those that will be red Xed as they sleep willL be sliced they wont MOSTLYly  recognisecum DEATH........... cum recogniseknocking/mocking dave          knocking=nothere.knocking=nothereknocking. recogniseDEAthknocking=nothere. after cumms BEAST......       Imiss  Not too alone...

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Halloween Fantasy (part 29) 700ish years ago. Last bit.

The senator stared, blank faced, for a few seconds at the gaudy flyer then, with pointed deliberacy, pressed a point on his desktop and the image of Joe Spivey’s flyer, along with the grinning buffoon face of Kort Chorfaleo joined those of the two doctors in electronic limbo. The three images might still be on their faster than light journey through sub-space but they no longer took up the senator’s time, and that was the important thing. 

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Rear Window [4]

"You see, 'like' isn't a word I would use to describe Mr. Spivey..." Fat Eric mopped his sweaty brow with the white linen serviette.

They had chatted over dinner for more than two hours. Dwight was feeling stuffed. Fat Eric had put away enough food to keep The New Flagstaff Orphanage going for a week. Dwight Frye considered his host as they ate. The dining room was as ornate as the study. The beefcake servants had kept them, well more so Fat Eric, supplied with food while the poncing military fairy of a butler fussed over their wine and latterly the coffee

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wrong account goof

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Rear Window [3]

The sun was decending in the reddening sky, almost kissing the near distant hilltops as Dwight turned off the main road and into the  cul-de-sac. 

Half way along the cul-de-sac, he brought his car to a smooth halt in front of the high black cast iron gates. He pulled the handbrake on with a rasp of the ratchet and wound down his door window. He was not at all surprised to find himself looking at the double circle of the business end of a sawn-off shotgun. He pushed the round rims of his spectacles up his nose a little and smiled at the barrels.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 28) 700ish years ago

Kort Chorfaleo mopped his brow with a large purple handkerchief. He was a big man, in a tight suit, under hot lights facing a man who, quite frankly, scared the hrakha out of him. The prevailing thought in his mind just now was ‘stick to the report, don’t get drawn’. 

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Halloween Fantasy (part 27) 700ish years ago

((Part 26 was missed but posted later.

It was thirty days later and many light years away. In one of the more profitable sectors of Imperial space, and Senator Geesh was hoping to get the day’s business out of the way before lunch. 


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