Engel - Thu, 01/07/2016 - 2:54am
I find myself again, for the hundredth time. And for the hundredth time, I am amazed.
Canni Belle - Wed, 01/06/2016 - 5:05pm
Maddox Maxxinsky - Wed, 01/06/2016 - 12:59pm
Morning had dawned in Odenville, as Maddox was taking refuge boarding in a worn down two floor building that reminded something of old barracks or perhaps an old boarding home or inn. The person that claimed it was offered 10 blue chips for the night and he agreed. He was still trying to get over hangover from the joint Ardenn offered him from last nights escapade at Reaper's Flask. As he slept noise and commotion was going on outside that didn't allow him to sleep well. At first he took his headwrap that he bundled into a small pillow and place it over his head.
Maddox Maxxinsky - Mon, 01/04/2016 - 6:31pm
The wind blew harsh outside the wasteland with the sand storm kicked up like shards of glass being rained down on this region of the Grand Canyon. A tall rider wrapped in a brown leather duster coat with chaps and what shoes he could find venturing out on the back of an old horse. A gift some allies gave him after his trials and tribulations at Facility 51. His emergence into this world called the Wasteland was not one simply of a destiny. It was literally thrusted upon him from the moment he stepped out of the Lifenet Pod.
Ash Zhu - Mon, 01/04/2016 - 9:02am
[[The following statement was scratched in to a bathroom stall in the women's bathroom in the NF Bunker Bar with a knife]]
Looking for paid work, radio me here 256.7 for more info
[[Sorry that this is short, if it annoys you...bite me, or don't that'd be rude]]
Veronica Volt - Sun, 01/03/2016 - 7:54pm
The hum was louder now and joined by other noise as the clone pod began the process of producing a body. Stooge remained under the blanket, peeping out to the pod. He did not like this. Not one bit. Perhaps if he remained hidden, whatever was coming would not notice him and go away. He pulled the blanket totally over himself.
From underneath the blanket he could hear the symphony of electrical, mechanical and biological noise as the pod continued to work to make a clone. It seem to never end, but then as suddenly as it began, it stopped.
Joe Spivey - Sat, 01/02/2016 - 5:53am
It was hungry. The hunger never went away, not entirely. The passage from day to night was no longer cognate with the abstract label called a ‘day’. Such mental constructs were well beyond its pulped and botched brain functions. But it knew that there had been ‘time’ since its last meal and it new that this time was bigger than some of the other times it had experienced. It was hungry.
Veronica Volt - Tue, 12/29/2015 - 7:12pm
It was the night before Christmas, when all through the bunker, not a creature was stirring, not even a-
Actually that was not true.
The sneeze echoed around the inside of the cloning bunker.
Canni Belle - Tue, 12/29/2015 - 4:53am
The Penguin had been quiet for a long time, it sat upon a shelf in her corner with a couple wires connecting it to the guts of a radio. She turned around and looked at the bundle on the small bed, two walkie talkies, one of them taped to a small smooth lump.
It was time, she was going to stop the Survivalist gang from terrorizing the old womans farm once and for all.
Ardenn - Sun, 12/27/2015 - 4:47pm
Volume Two, Book Two,
Entry Five, Year 2162
Hyle Troy - Thu, 12/24/2015 - 5:58pm
notheredave - Wed, 12/23/2015 - 4:05am
3:06 PM 12/3/2014That is not dead that can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.” Abd Al-Azrad 730AD "That is not dead wichYou feel totally rested.
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Veronica Volt - Tue, 12/15/2015 - 4:55am
'What?' Veronica asked clutching to the shovel. 'It is what?'
Veronica began to feel as if she would melt and her face was going a cherry red. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Earlier at the Crafter Market...
Ardenn - Sun, 12/06/2015 - 3:58pm
I won't ever give in
No matter how hard you pull me in
I know gravity ain't an excuse
Just wanna make things a little more smooth
The majority is still asleep
They're tired of those dreadful dreams
Now, let me shout and wake you up
Let me wake you up!
Ash Zhu - Sun, 12/06/2015 - 12:17am
It's been awhile since I wrote in here, so gonna recap all the shit that happen since the last time I scribbled in here.
So, been a rough couple months! Don't ya hate it when people blow up your house and personal belongings? Wait...Why I am writing this shit, I should be the only one reading this, unless I become famous one day and my diary gets published or someone stole it and if you did steal this, WHY? I will leave space for you to write why you did it...
Joe Spivey - Wed, 12/02/2015 - 3:01pm
Joe shifted down to a safer gear for the rough dirt track. But still the car bounced and lurched along in a cloud of brown dust and the screech of protesting shock absorbers.
"Ow!. Shit!" He grimaced and wondered if his spine was going to survive the journey. He was getting too old for this.
Malteserlord - Wed, 12/02/2015 - 2:10pm
A man with a ragged beard sat atop an ancient rusted barrel, this man wore a simple set of clothes ripped and worn down by time... The man went by the name of Karl he was yet to aquire his black and mud flicked duster from a friend who went by the name of Bas... Nor did he have his wide rimmed hat with flames running along the sides, infact he had very little to his name, nothing but a trusty rifle, the clothes on his back and a pair of shoes that wouldn't last the month.
Veronica Volt - Sun, 11/29/2015 - 6:37pm
Outside a building in Picus Ridge a wheelbarrow stood, the wheel not quite straight, the handles not quite level. A purple blur rushed into the building slamming shut the door with a bang.
'What were you thinking?' Veronica screamed at the three Techs, Das, Fenster, Brett, who were leaning against the window sill.
Ardenn - Thu, 11/26/2015 - 2:59am
The man in the yellow suit was all smiles when he brought in a second letter to the Franklin's office. The same destination as before with the same large sum of chips to make sure it got to its destination. Commending the men and women for doing a job he'd been worried might have been impossible. He'd lean against the commissions counter and paint out the story for the dispatch officer behind the counter and anyone listening in.
Ironjester66 - Tue, 11/24/2015 - 8:07pm
Ardenn - Fri, 11/20/2015 - 2:29pm
Volume Two, Book Two,
Entry Four, Year 2162
The Expedition didnt last the months I was expecting, dashing several plans I had for reshaping the landscape and tapping into the minds of old and fresh podlings alike. Serious change would've taken me months of subtle work without my guardians or watchers perched on my shoulder all the time. After two weeks, I was prepared to open the bar again, and found a grimy and banged up Nightshade sitting upon one of the tables, back propped up against a wall, just happy to see me.
notheredave - Thu, 11/19/2015 - 1:00am
''the wasteland trully became''she said something like that , I notheredave dont like that nothere? i CAN HEAR she meant it too to hear it again today again here om through memory through telepathy shivers my timbers my bones to the core today agin winter whiners had followed u noth snow blowin horizontal the wind drove u here to her bed again she was far gone untamed Queen bee just the wind and her bed of boulder under a bridge ..........mmm , not good not nice poof puff yes there were feces hear somewhere near? warm and smoldering...
Leeloo - Wed, 11/18/2015 - 11:09pm
(I know it's been a long time since I last made an actual journal entry that wasn't tied to a present story arc, so bear with me.)
Veronica Volt - Wed, 11/18/2015 - 6:32pm
'Hi Vee Vee!' Das said as Veronica walked into the room in Picus closing the door behind her.
'Hi Guys,' Veronica said cheerfully to the three, Das, Fenster, Brett, who were standing against the window sill.
Fenster seemed occupied with his own thoughts. He looked over to Veronica 'Oh, it is you,' he said without enthusiasm.
'Ignore him,' Brett said to Veronica. 'Ignore who?' Veronica asked.
Ironjester66 - Wed, 11/18/2015 - 9:37am
I awoke to the eairy sound of Blight wolves to the far west, there howls chilling the very fiber of my being.
Aventae - Thu, 11/12/2015 - 10:24pm
Curtis - Mon, 11/09/2015 - 1:51pm
"And now ? What will i do ?"
It's the question who poisoned my existence from several days. I think about leave my old life for a new less shady and ghost-like.. But how ? I lived my whole life like that. How change ? I simply can't change in one day... How much time it will take ? What if that "new life mode "didn't suit to me ? What if i can't change at all ? What if i will fail and go back as before ? What if.. i fear to change ? A lot of "what if" but i don't have my answers. Who can give it to me ? Nobody.. Maybe myself but i don't find them.
Joe Spivey - Mon, 11/09/2015 - 5:38am
Archaeologists tend to love digging holes and getting their knees and fingers dirty. Perhaps it’s a throwback to early childhood and playing around in the sand pit. Archaeologists tend not to love sitting in libraries at a desk piled high with books or at a computer screen where access to social media has been blocked by some university admin.
Ray Hawkins - Sun, 11/08/2015 - 10:28am
Hyle Troy - Sat, 11/07/2015 - 12:56pm