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Open RP - FALLENWOOD

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New Flagstaff

 

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Monsters under the bed

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Bagger 288


A note has been scribbled with a magic marker on a scrap of glossy yellow paper and posted in front of Oilville hospital and New Flagstaff garage:

BAGGER 288
It's time - let's do it.
156.05 MHz



 

New Flagstaff - my town

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Far from any road

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Beau tavern, New Flagstaff

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Questions & Answers

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What... did you see?

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(I had some fun with the fresh players at the Boneclaw :D )


Boneclaw LifeNet bunker, dead of the night

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DE-FRAGMENTATION (part 2 )

Miner's story

 

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DE-FRAGMENTATION (part 1 )

 

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Flick!

 

Flick!

 

Flick!

 

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Dolly

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"Oh look, a real clone!" the crowd of orphans gathered around the bald man. "Does it hurt?" one of the brats asked eyeing the metal collar.

The bald man, dusty and wearing a very dirty tank top replied with a smile: "Only when I dance too hard."

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Old man

Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face
You told me how proud you were, but I walked away
If only I knew what I know today

 

If only I knew what I know today.

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Holler

 

I'm getting restless. Holed up underground. Safe and useless as a dead man in a coffin. It's ironic where I am hiding, but it's working. But there is something more. Like a voice in a barrel, I can't make out the words. Something I've missed... something important.

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shelter & cure

(this "love" letter is somewhat encrypted using a word-substitution method, but it is still somewhat readable)

Dear Maria,

I know I didn't write you a letter for... over a year now. I am sorry. But don't worry, 'cause now I'm going to write you a word for every day I've been gone! This can't set things straight, I know, but I am trying hard. You know me, right?

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Oh, a visitor!

 

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"Oh, a visitor! How nice. Hello. I'm called Graham." - the grey haired man said. He was wearing a fresh LifeNet blue 'n' grey garment. "I was told you'd come see me about repairing your DNA one day."

"Hello Mr. Graham. How do you do?" - the bald man responded like he is talking to a semi inteligent toaster.

 

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in the den of a serial killer

 

lair

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basement of the "Love Cats" club

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Si ahora tú te vas
pronto descubrirás
que los días son eternos y vacíos sin mí.

 

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in the "Love Cats" club

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love cats

voy tan cansada, voy tan vacia
como maquinita por la gran ciudad

 

Credit Bend outskirts, dead of the night

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Losing everything I never had

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They consider you a hero

 

She says: They are...mutant oppressors, hunters and killers.
She says: They consider you a hero.

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Union report - New Flagstaff - Thursday


Incident 1:

11:25 - shooting reported in the east garage. at first it was ignored because of the proximity to the prairie chicken hunting grounds however there were reports of casualties so a patrol was dispatched but found no trace of victims or the shooter.

Incident 2:

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If it makes you happy - it can't be that bad

 

 Thoughts like wraiths floated through his mind: In this time I have no finished features; I am all of my ancestors.
The sun setting into the sand is the sun setting into my soul. Once this multitude within me was great, but that's ended.

 

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Long, terrible night

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"Under and behind and inside everything the man took for granted, something horrible had been growing.

Edge, dusk

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Self Help

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I feel really weird tonight. Like something's gonna happen.

So I just wait. I am in a ruined garage. The wind is blowing through the empty window holes, doorways without doors and roof without roof. Everything is salvaged, taken apart, re-purposed, then taken somewhere else and used to patch up similar structures without roofs and doors and windows. My mind is working strange tonight. I can see patterns on a small scale, and they make perfect sense.

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I tell you love, sister, it's just a kiss away

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Embry Crossroad outskirts, night

"Kill the bastard!!! Smash his hands first with that hammer of his. I promised Linda that he will pay for what he has done to her in New Flagstaff." - Kareem growled, holding a small radio in his shaking hand. He was out of himself, hidden in a ruin deep in the the wolf-ridden outskirts. He placed his small military grade radio on the shaky wooden table and muttered to calm himself: "It's over."

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War, children... just a shot away


It's not all that grim. It's a wonderful world.

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I didn't want to say that...

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Camp Purity, at dawn

I didn't want to say that...

Why did I say that to Veronica?

The night sure was rough. We headbutted a psychic beast, a mutant on the streets of New Flagstaff. We were filled with this negative energy, and the mutant soiled our minds. Maybe that is why I made that serious threat, that I will kill just to get to the truth. But the thing that worries me is: she believed that I am capable of doing terrible things.

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Gimme shelter


Oh, a storm is threat'ning my very life today

If I don't get some shelter, oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away

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Bald Damsel

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a year has passed in the Canyon...

I hold a hatchet in my hand. It is bent and dull from overuse, sticky with blood and dirt and hair an' shit. Night air is thick with sparks and floating ash. The stench is terrible. Devil's Own camp is burning around me and the fires warm my heart. I grin and crack a joke. Something about Devils and hellfire. Not really funny. So me.

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angel, devils, and the little red riding hood


Devil's Own gang cranky radio chatter between their field camp and observation crew around Hope Springs:

*R* Creek base this is Road Eyes: We have eyes on the little red riding hood again, returning from the party in Hope, as expected. Should we reel her in?

*R* You are telling me that there is this fair haired girl wearing a tight red skirt, unarmed, on a red bike... just riding back through our turf?

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Best before.

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I'll have to do baby steps with her:

Day 1: Establish eye contact once more

Day 2: Exchange a few words and start talking to her again

Day 3: Stab her to death in self defense

 

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Clone with different tattoos

Beau Tavern, dusk

 

A clone walked into the bar.

You could see she was a clone from a far 'cause she had that violent-violet spandex armor, a chainsaw blade in her hand and high tech goggles on her wasteland-sun blasted scalp. She looked around, with muscles lean and wizened grin. Everybody knew better than to look back.

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