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Robbie's Journal- Entry 2

I haven't exactly been a writing force, have I?

Nothing much has changed. The world is what it is, wrecked and barren and full of people determined to put bleeding holes in other people.  And even as a clone, knowing that if the worst happened I'll pop right back out of a machine- it scares me sometimes. The near-immortality is not a bad thing, I don't think. I like living. I won't kid myself. But dying once is something to dread. Doing it over and over again is to be avoided entirely. It's no picnic.

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23 Seconds


The bed was a handmade wooden frame; the mattress a hard foam that gave way to her body heat; the sheets were the best cotton available, hardly tattered at all and running all the way up to her neck; the pillows, soft masses of feathers bundled together with more cotton. Sarah lay there quietly, her breathing soft and regular as oxygen hissed through a tube around her nose. Occasionally she’d twitch reflexively, as if trying to regain her balance, only for her body to remember it didn’t need regaining.

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Robbie's Journal- Entry 1

I found a pen. Funny how there are all sorts of things lying around, just waiting to be picked up and used, but something as simple as a pen and decent paper is scarce. I guess we go back to the basics when pressed hard, and they were all snatched up and used long before Lifenet decided it wanted me active again. Which is another funny idea, how random that choice seems..but I won't think about it too hard. It isn't good for me.

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((this is just for the fun, I was musing some time ago out in the wastes getting some ambient chill time, and was watching a pack of Coyote in the distance when my mind sort of wndered into this story idea.))


I must record this, it makes me luagh now when I think on it.

I was hunkering down one evening out in the wastes, a few miles from any town or outpost. I built a fire under the shelter of a small tree on a low rise. I had tied my food up in the tree with a rope pegged at the base and was just stokeing up my fire ready to get into my bedroll.

Green Vyper, The wandering Finger-Eater




Helle there, I finally made it to the forum, Even If I'm really bad about keepin' such activitys up-to-date.

Alos excuse my english but I am a french speaking person.

I'm not gonna introduce or detail my character since her background remains really secret to the community at the moment.

Just wanted to let the RPing community know that if they are in need of an "explicit" CHOTA character for any events or scenario, I'm one.

I adapt my role-play a lot, from mature to very explicit, depending on poeples I play with at an X moment.


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Damaged goods.


widdor's picture

The life of the Widd


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Sarah let out a long mournful sigh as she left the alleyway and merged into the crowd. The wasteland was finally getting to her, finally chuckling and laughing as Sarah realised how inevitable it was. It was a force akin to gravity, you mocked it, you felt sure of mastering such a feeble thing, and then, after almost forgetting about it, becoming practically inconsequential, you slip and nearly fall. The same with aging: one day you wake up and you realise that ache you feel really isn’t going away, and that stiffness in your limbs isn’t temporary.

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Morning Light


It was nearly dawn, the sun just nearing the horizon as the sky moved from pitch black to ever lighter shades of blue. Sarah figured it was only about another twenty minutes or so before the sun would finally make its appearance. The man in front of her fended off a coughing fit as the two of them made their way up the gravel road into town.

“You ok Mathis?” she asked, pulling alongside now.
“Never better.” He said sarcastically, “You know, you’d think, by you know, definition, that a desert would be a nice, warm, maybe slightly hot place.”

The Musings of Miss Dustyne Rush


The safehouse Dustyne had been taken to was quite, when she woke up Wolf and Blue had fallen asleep. As she sat up from her resting place on the tile floor she shivered, her clothes still damp from the shower she had taken, tossing them on rather than use something to dry off with. As she tiptoed down the stairs she slipped her duster on, making her way down to the garage. Knowing her owners canter, Old Bestie lifted her head, whinnying as she stood. "I'll getcha fed when we getta New Flagstaff kay boo?

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John Rose Audio Diary ( planned for the V 1.0 John Rose, not to be considered Canon )

You come across some audio tapes, you either bought em, stole em... maybe even found em, if found, they were found out in the open as if someone wanted them found.  You press play on the recorder ...

Entry #1

*The voice of a youngish european man is heard, he speaks in what you think is Russian for a bit then speaks english*

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Henerkin's Road Logboook


((This is going to be Henerkin's background and log book. This is gonna be pretty chaotic, sometimes in third person, sometimes in first person and some post might appear in between other posts on the way, as I remember things that I want to put in here. So fasten your seat belt, hang on tight, cause I break for no one.  PS: I know, my English sucks, but at least I try :P))

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Past Echoes: A Collection of Sarah Gunsmith Stories

This collection is a series of stories that establish Sarah Gunsmith's past in the Fallen Earth universe. Most take place before the destruction of Hoover Dam, a few others take place in the year or so before the launch of the game. If I ever find an IC motivation for Sarah to keep a journal I'll be sure to mark any true journal posts appropriately.

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Soahl Music: A Collection of Fallen Earth Stories

This is just what the title suggests, a collection of stories I've written about my characters in the Fallen Earth setting. If I ever do any actual Journal type entries then I'll preface them with "Journal -". Likewise, if anything is In Character then I'll mark it as such.

Characters Written About:

Naomi Quinn, Mikayla Vay, Ashley Scott



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