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Caleb's Wasteland Tales - Part 1: Blood, Cults, and Racism

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The steaming hot water that produced an escalating amount of vapor against the bathroom mirror grew in volume as suddenly the sound of the creaking and squeaking from the tab being turned off was heard in almost a dream-like state. Sound was foggy for Bones and everything seemed like a haze as he blankly stared down at the bottom right corner of the mirror where a set of numbers could be seen in red marker written against the fogged up surface. 09Q-413D-7E2Y.

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The Diner

(( Alright homies, it's been awhile but I decided to make a few stories again on ferp. I dunno about coming back to Fallen Earth but I might bring Bones back. Please be aware that the following story is not to be taken offensively due to the racial slang. Readers have been warned!))

((Here is some music for the mood, note this story won't be long. It is the prologue to Bones's story. So without further ado http://youtu.be/VM4-ED9vgLM ))

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The Works

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1 hour.....1 day......2 days.....

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One Night Run

[8:47:39 PM, 32 minutes after the supply run]


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Only Survive

The sound of a car engine is the only thing heard in the night. It's headlights bright shining against the old smudged glass belonging to a prefall gas station. "Where he at doe?" a voice whispers from inside the gas station behind the counter, "Shit, You think I know?" a different voice responds. The car engine sound fades slowly and the lights that shined upon the glass became dimmer and dimmer. "I think they gone bro." A head pops out from over the counter, the skin complexion of a african american with short black hair.

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