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Serving spirits

'Stupid pile of-' muttered the unshaven man to himself as he fiddled with something on the rusty ATV.

'Why don't you just get rid of it?' asked the younger man beside him.

'What? Admit defeat?' responded the unshaven man with irritation.

Suddenly a purple haired woman walked past toward the door of the Shots Bar. The town men stopped their chatter and watched her push the door open and enter before returning to working on the ATV both saying nothing.

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Goggles and Goblins

The three level parking lot stood on the edge of Kingman like the sun bleached skeletal remains of a beast long dead from a time when the automotive creatures ruled the lands. At the top of the lot in the glare of the sun stood a figure leaning against the edge wall. An occasional blinding glint from a telescopic lens hinting at the rifle in his hands.

Veronica peered over her bike at the parking lot in the distance, and at the figure standing on the top. She was sure he was waving.

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The Strange Experiences of Chad and Gorden - Part 3 - The Wheelbarrow Conspiracy

"There are some things mortal men were never meant to meddle in. Hats, and their travel arrangements are best left to the realm of the spirits. Stop this madness now, it can only end badly."
Words of wisdom from Mr Joe Spivey

Gorden stood in the middle of nowhere squinting at nothing in particular. 'What exactly am I supposed to be seeing?'

'Don't you see it?' Chad said standing next to him. 'It is front of you. The wheelbarrow.'

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A rock in a hard place

Veronica stood on the edge of the precipice and looked down. About two meter below her feet was a large rock sticking out of the side and next to it a small rock just like Polly had said. 'Hard to get to!' she muttered exasperated. Why did Polly have to hide the chemical in such a place? Why not somewhere on the top?

There was no other choice. Veronica was going to go down there and fetch it. She looked around for a rope and someone to hold it but nothing and nobody. Oh well, Veronica thought, here goes. She put her foot gently over the edge of the precipice.

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Down the Road

'A radio eh?' the man said while sitting on an old discarded laundry machine chewing on something.

'Yes,' Veronica responded. 'I need to get a radio for a friend, well, someone I know and I heard you could get one here in Credit Bend.'

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The Strange Experiences of Chad and Gorden - Part 2 - The Travelling Hat

Gorden stood scratching his chin and looking at the closed door of the vault. 'So,' he said to Chad standing beside him. 'You are saying the vault is possessed too?'

'Well not possessed,' explained Chad. 'But powerful, perhaps giving power to Sylvester. I've seen him put things in it many times.'

'But everyone uses the vaults,' said Gorden.

'Yes,' agreed Chad. 'But there is more to it.'

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The Strange Experiences of Chad and Gorden - Part 1 - The Voices Within

'So,' said Chad to his friend sitting to his right on the bench outside the bar in the early evening air as they sipped on beer resembling muddy water. 'What do you think?'

'What do I think?' asked Gorden. 'About what?'

'About old Spooky Sylvester,' Chad responded. 'About him being possessed.'

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The Dying Light

There was beauty and peacefulness to be found in the yellow glow of the sunset as Veronica sat on the hill just outside Chris Pass, her bike parked nearby watching the sun fall slowly into the earth. Yet the sadness remained. The Foreman had not yet returned and as every hour, every day passed a deep foreboding was casting a dark shadow across her, a feeling that something was very wrong.

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Running tests, wearing chickens

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I was running tests, wearing chickens, the rooster broke, tore my finger, blood...no....I was running chickens, the finger broke, I was wearing roosters, cut, testing gloves... I... The Chicken King, him and his wolf, with a pile of bones, the flames danced... strange words... Ayupa'mass agemi!... Habba Yabba Ba! These thoughts fly around my mind like spirits escaping from the underworld. The words muddled. Where am I? Who am I?

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Experiencing Technical Problems

The Tech guy was waiting for her as she rode the bike into Picus Ridge. He gave her a nervous wave as she slowed the bike to a stop and jumped off.

'Are you...' Veronica began.

'Yes, the guy who spoke to you on the radio. 'Bobby.'

'So you have technical problems?' Veronica asked.

'Yes,' Bobby replied. 'I am hoping you could help.'

'Well Billy,' Veronica said. 'Are you going to show me?'

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The Only Day

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        Mein Herz mein Geist meine Seele
        lebt nur für dich
        Mein Tod mein Leben meine Liebe
        ist nichts ohne dich

        From Schutzengel by Unheilig

The Graham looked up from the console towards everything set up in front of the pods, the table, the bench with the food kept hot by heated plate, the sofa, the dress. It was all ready. He heard footsteps. He knew who was on the way. It was that time again, that one day of the year. They had an agreement.

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Waiting for Dusk

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Sonnenuntergang

I am waiting on the bridge for dusk, but it will not come.

Let the sun set. Let it set on Redfield. This bridge once connected from here to there but now it is broken. Like you.

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Roads to Ruins

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Rusty bicycle there, pile of rubble over here, and that... thing near the roadside.

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I to I

I see you. Looking at me like that. Looking into my eyes. What are you here for? Answers?

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Bad Tasting Medicine

His head thumped pain and his stomach was spinning. The Credit Bend Doctor took a deep breath. It must have been one hell of a night. Of course he wasn't a real doctor, one that was trained or anything, but he had watched actual doctors and read a few books, or a few pages, and it was not that difficult, he knew where most of the bits were. Most of his patients survived, well some of them, well a few, and the others? They did not complain.

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Zwischenzeit

The gun fires. One shot into the stomach.

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Walking the Breadcrumbs

Another day in New Flagstaff.

Something was not right.

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Some stories have many pants

The bar keeper behind the counter looked left and right and then back to Veronica. 'The problem is,' he said quietly. 'I need to go get you a glass.'

Veronica looked back at him with a mixture of puzzlement and amazement. 'But,' she said. 'You are a bar keeper. Isn't that the sort of thing you do?'

'Well yes,' the bar keeper replied. 'Yes it is.' He looked around again and then leaned a little closer against the counter and whispered to Veronica. 'The problem is, I am not wearing any pants.'

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Wheeledpaddelometerswitch

'As I was saying this here is a problem,' said the mechanic crouching down beside the damaged bike and pointing quickly at something.

Veronica peered closer.

'It the wheeledpaddelometerswitch, it is broken, it will need to be replaced,' added the mechanic.

'The what?' Veronica asked puzzled.

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Broken Memories

A strange sensation, as something brushed against her face. Warm air, almost comforting. Veronica started to open her eyes.

Teeth. Sharp teeth.

Her eyes snapped open and stared wide at the mountain lion sniffing around her. Almost every instinct told her to run, run as fast as she could. But one instinct older than the rest, sharpened by nature, duplicated by science, told her to stay still. Absolutely, totally, still.

She froze.

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A Curious Case

The round and amiable face of the doctor peeped out of the doorframe which was missing a door in the medicalhouse. He smiled at Veronica from within puffy checks framed with long whiskers in front of his ears, looking like some gentleman from another era misplaced in time.

'Miss Volt,' he said with a voice which would lend comfort and confidence no matter what the diagnosis. 'I'm ready to see you now.'

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New Day, New Year

The stone in her boot was making her grumpy so Veronica walked over to the bench. There was an old man asleep at one end so she sat down at the other end, pulled off her boot and shook the stone from it.

'Annoying when that happens.'

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On The Twelfth Day

Strange thought Bill as he walked past the Enforcers parading outside the Franklin Riders building practising their drumming. He shrugged the question in his mind away, opened the door and stepped inside. Perculiar he thought as a man in a white coat ran past, closely followed by a large chicken who was then followed by a Lightbearer calling out something about a massage. Whether the massage was intended for the chicken or the man was unclear. Bill looked around the room.

It was chaos.

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The Empty Cup

It was a bitterly cold night.

Veronica walked along the street back towards the guesthouse where she was staying in this strange town she was currently travelling through. Everything seemed familiar yet so different here making her feel so much as a foreigner in a foreign town. The hour was late and the temperature was dropping fast but she knew she was close to the guesthouse now. Close to returning to warmth and safety.

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The Special - Part 3/3

Ah Sir, and Madam, delighted to see you again! A good choice indeed but may I inquire if you have had The Special before?

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The Special - Part 2/3

An excellent choice Sir, Madam, but may I suggest before you take the next course you begin with the starter... http://fallenearth.rp-haven.com/blog/veronica-volt/special-part-13


                    But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day.

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The Special - Part 1/3

Veronica was hungry. She had eaten nothing all day and now was ready to eat just about anything. It was fortunate she was not riding on a horse.

As if fate had heard the rumble of her stomach, a diner appeared in view across the sunbaked dusty land. A sign outside read 'The Meet and Greet', the words painted in rough red paint strokes against black painted background. It was rough, it was far from ready but it was open.

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Push It Deep

Veronica stopped the bike on the hill between Picus Ridge and New Flagstaff and allowed her eyes to scan the ground. There was no sign of where she had pushed the spear into the ground and broke the spear head from the handle. The spear that Toilet Boy, who had now seemed to move beyond just cleaning toilets, had used to keep the beast at distance while the pistols finished it, him, the beast that once was Mr Jacks before... before... Veronica took a deep breathe. Before they had experimented with that green ooze Sarah had found.

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Riders In the Apocalypse

'Well here we are at the starting point of the garage and stables just outside of Odenville for the Odenville to New Flagstaff Race. The racers are lined up ready to start. The countdown begins. Three. Two.'

'Five, eight, three, one...'

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A Poor Attempt at Observation

Veronica sat on the stool in the lab in New Flagstaff holding a piece of paper with scribbled notes, a poor attempt at observation, her eyes looking over to the lab equipment.


Application of substance to skin sample
Examined by V.V.

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