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     No reason to get excited, The thief he kindly spoke  
 There are many here among us, Who feel that life is but a joke 

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The moment the night turns into day

    A clone wandered to our farm today. A simple scavenger fuckup, frail and lethal as they come. When you look at her, when you listen to her talk, you immediately notice all kind of compromises she has to make, just to be there and talk to you. Too smart yet terribly antisocial, dragged into "town" by empty belly and shiny lights. She said her name was something of her own design, or something that she read in a book: Gleaming Cross. The term is used for that moment when the night turns into the day, or something like that. I didn't quite follow.

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South Burb poetry #1

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 Farm circus  

I wish I had a harmonica
and knew how to play the damn thing
In the night, when everybody's asleep
I'd get drunk in the barn and sing

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Heartbroken ( part 2/2)

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  God may forgive me, but thats not enough  
  Cause I gotta live with myself, 'till Im dust 
  Just walk on by, if we pass on the street 
  Sometimes in battle, its best to retreat 

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Heartbroken ( part 1/2)

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  There is no light, there is no charm  
  All my belongings, I hold in one arm 
  Under the bridge, asleep in the shade 
  All of the terrible choices that I made 

 

thump!

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What. A. Dog!

Barko the Second.

What. A. Dog!

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The story of Robert Thing

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push
"the moment slips by in silence like dying in your sleep"

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My first red

red
Faster than the wind, passionate as sin
ending so suddenly

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We are the Clones

sunshine

you can’t beat death
but you can beat death in life, sometimes.

We are the Clones.

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Sunshine withdrawal

wane

They were just laying on an industrial container, the two of them, soaking up the sun and peace. If one was really high on something, he would imagine the waves hitting the beach and the wind would bring that mild salty vibe to the air.

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Note on Depot 66 bulletin board

ALOHA !!!
I am looking for a Wake Board for my summer trip south.

You got a dusty Wake Board sitting in your cellar?

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Sunshine, lollipops

hula
JUST BECAUSE YOU FEEL GOOD
DOESN`T MAKE YOU RIGHT, OH NO


  Depot 66  

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GlobalTech Forced Evolution ( part 2/2)

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A book by:
Engel

Chapter 3
(only this chapter of the whole book will be presented here)

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GlobalTech Forced Evolution ( part 1/2)

forced

A book by:
Engel

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Event calendar


Saturday 28th June
- a small dance party in South Burb bar (or some other building if the bar is claimed by some player, I didn't check honestly). Everybody welcome!

Week in between - Two appendixes will be released with some suggestions on vehicle types and character roles and application thread for the convoy.

Saturday 5th July - Convoy RP combat event - it will be held in the Euro evening / America afternoon time. All the information to be announced in the upcoming week, stay tuned.

 

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The passing of Shiva (part 2/2)

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co
"We
've come too far to give up who we are."

( The read makes less sense without reading part 1 )

The fat black man is snoring on the floor. Hours drag by. We are all wide awake in the pitch black room, pretending to be asleep so we don't wake each other up.

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The passing of Shiva (part 1/2)

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1
"We've come too far to give up who we are." 

( Unpleasant read ahead )

"If you didn't have the Shiva before entering this bus, you have it now, that's for sure." - some asshole in the back jokes, chuckling like it's the funniest thing in the world. Asshole.

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Smoke underground

here here
Well now fallin' in love is such a breeze, b
ut its standin' up that's so hard for me 
  I wanna squeeze you but I'm scared to death I'd break your back 

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Eye for an eye (epilogue)

 

The plan was simple. It's when reallity kicks in that things go horribly wrong.

Get in the fight, endure a hit or two, take a dive, apply for the miracle of nanite healing and walk away with a healed eye. Easy. But my first opponent wickedly opted to fight me with two pen-knives and I realized then that I might actually lose an eye here and not walk away with two. There was something in the way that little devil moved that was so disturbing. So I had to give it my worst. This ruined my chance for healing on the first fight.

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Eye for an eye

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I am standing in front of a simple cardboard sing that is dangling from the light post. The sign reads:

The Pitt, Terance
Saturday afternoon.
Come fight, challenge, and win some money.

The best healers in the wastes will be there.

The last line catches my eye. My eye. "The best healers in the wastes." My eye.

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Clone nature

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buddha

  "Prolonged peace and improved social conditions had greatly reduced the danger and hardship of life, and there was no socially harmless substitute to take the place of war in exercising the primitive courage and anger of animals fashioned from the wild."  

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Graves under windmills

   Cranky radio is playing some slow music. There is smoke in the air and a faint scent of alcohol and sweat lingering. "Shots" bar never worried much about keeping the floor clean, and fixing those bullet holes on the roof. It was a natural habitat for unsettled souls and broken dreams, even more so with the town ravaged and scarred by a recent attack. Around the greasy bar strangers were gathered, and the topic was brought up:

How bad was this attack? - asked the woman wearing the bandana

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Journal entry titled "Masks"

*bellow is what would be a decrypted version of the entry

 

It's like..

I am alone in this.
People often think that I know what I am doing.

Every. Fucking. Time. It's gonna be different this time. I can feel it. I bet that's what I said before.

You make errors without an error Engel. Every time it goes up and down. Same old story, nothing is changed.

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Sunday party

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Location: Oilville
Time: Sunday >>> http://goo.gl/CFVjfF
Duration: 5 hours or so

Everybody welcome + please spread the word to RPers out of FERP!

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Trouble

bells

"A panorama of mountains appears to naive vision almost as a flat picture, and the starry void is a roof pricked with light."

 

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Her story

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image.jpg

Perfectly sculpted thighs and small breasts. And that upright posture of hers told everybody that she knew people are always watching, even behind her back.

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Verseless poetry

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  Somebody wrote "poetry" on a piece of toilet paper and pinned it to New Flagstaff bulletin board. 

Night is wearing her chastity belt
The pressure build-up can be felt
Heartbeat of the city, throbbing octaves like an uppercut
So what?

So what?

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Radio static

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 personal
"For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled." 

 Watchtower outskirts, morning 

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Cee Cee, Vee Vee and Pee Pee

"Engel... I am worried about you." - even male voice echoes in the basement, but the speaker is nowhere to be found.

Reaching out to my neck I can feel the lukewarm metal of the clone collar and realize someone is talking to me through a built-in radio. Hesitantly, I reply: "You don't ever need to worry 'bout me, old man."

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Short notice ( OOC - IC )

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Starting tomorrow I will be away for a bit and when I get back online I will probably be able to expand the timezones I play with.

IC reasoning for this absence is: "Engel can sometimes be seen around New Flagstaff, walking around as if looking for something. Instead of asking for anything specific he will wander like a hermit, mumbling and taking the time to examine every hole and every sidestreet. Who knows what he will find?"

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