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Ch 32 - Prison Life - A Poorly Manufactured Heart

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     For a prison, it was rather nice. For being in the middle of a battlefield, it was rather secure. For being in a wasteland, it was pretty well off. The facility stood as a Citadel towards many things. Irony held a firm grip on this moment as a building constructed to keep in the worst was now doing the same only in the opposite direction. It wasn't like Dorado to just mutely accompany someone to a place he had never been to before. At gunpoint though, it was a moot point.

Ch 31 - La Reina de los Salvajes - A Poorly Manufactured Heart

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     Dorado ran in leaps and bounds over the barely moonlit sands of the canyon. His body burned the calories he had consumed and was thankful for it. He was able to easily outrun the Rotters and had purchased a wide gap between him and his pursuers. While having been a smoker since his time in the Depot, his lungs were largely unaccustomed to the invading clouds the fire had choked him with. His chest hurt but that would heal in time.

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Seeking information

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Jake was tired, his pants were loose on his hips from not eating. He knew he needed to eat, needed to get back to living his life instead of just dragging along through every day like he was living on borrowed time. For now he could not imagine doing that. He did not want to get up in the morning, every time he looked at food, he felt sick. All he could think was that Subdane would never eat again. Jake was walking around while Subdane was dead. Jake was breathing while Subdane was not. Nothing made sense. Nothing would ever be the same again.

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Zero One: Trauma (1a)

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(Removed By Author)

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All in a Day’s Work - Part 2b: Descent

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(( The second half of Part 2. Rated explicit, not because it contains violence, but because of the violence that is implied having taken place. Hope you enjoy, all comments - always - welcome ))

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Burns to Bandages

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David wakes up in the desert with a large headache of what happened

"W..Where am I?" footsteps come from behind him and he turns around only to see three CHOTA's right infront of him. One gasoline and a lighter and the other two with nothing but their fists and the blades on their backs.

The two CHOTA warriors grab him from each arm holding him up as the other CHOTA poors the gasoline on his head. The CHOTA kicks David in the stomach as he falls and almost feels like throwing up, He lights the lighter and tosses it on David's face as large flames arise to from his face.

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A silhouette

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Standing and watching, with a stoic visage painted across his face. The scene playing before his eyes was that of a massacre. Dark, black-clad soldiers hacking relentlessly at the smaller, retracting forms with their gleaming golden blades, smeared and spotted with blood. 

 

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The white haired woman

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"....We are the great, the strong , and the righteous!"  Faikus ends his chat to the gathered crowd of bearers, the disembodied head of the Traveler who brought about his brother's demise grasped in his hand, he steps down from the chair he was standing on, and throws the head to the ground below the hanging corpse. 

 

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((computer issues)

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Heyooo

It's your Boy Blue, The last couple of weeks i'd been having some computer problems and had to take it in for repairs, yada yada yada... Just wanted to make a post saying hey whats up? how's everyone doing and i should be coming back in sometime within the next few days.

 

See you in the wastes.

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The Business End

((More than 2 years ago, I left FE. Here it a story about how it ended between Henerkin and the Travelers, his retirement and a bit of an intro for his comeback))

The Business End

2 years ago - Banker's Hole

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Terminal woods - Part 3 of 3

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Subdane’s heart was pounding so violently in his chest that he could feel how it made his throat constrict. The sweat covered his entire body like thin film and every joint that existed in him shook with fear. Would he crawl into the arms one of the uniformed men from the camp, waiting for him with a blade or a gun? Or was it an animal that was waiting for him in the darkness? His hand stretched out in front of him and still clinging on to the gun finally touched nothing but air, he had reached the mouth of the tunnel.

A Desperate Call - A Poorly Manufactured Heart

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"How long have I been here? It feels like ages..."

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Hanging out in sunshine

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Ty stepped out of her car slowly as he began to prepare himself mentally for what was about to happen, this was going to be greusome and blantently graphic. She popped the trunk for him with nod and stood beside the car, unsure of what remained of her trunk. Ty jerked the brutally mutalated body of Gerf out, tossing him on the ground with force. Looking down at the corpse that had been scalped, had his arms skinned, had an ear removed and shortly after removing his own collar she plugged him in the back of the head for safety measures can't be to sure right?

Ch 25 - Karma - A Poorly Manufactured Heart

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     It had been almost a week since the greedy Administrator had his Guards and cheap labor dispatched into the wastes. While the Guards were at cost, the Debtors would either be killed or in the least accrue more debt insuring a lengthy servitude. It was a racket to make positive the presence of abundant profits. The Techs that owned the Depot, at least on paper, cared not where or how the supplies came in. Just that they did. The Travelers that actually ran the Depot smudged their profit margins to keep some for themselves. In effect, the Techs were wholly ignorant of things.

Vista needs a clan.

"Awright, listen here, ya fuckin' homos."  Ali snrrks.  "Jes' playin'.  Anywho, I need a group'a folks to roll with that ain't judgemental, idiots, or fuckin' fag-haters.  I'm just a lonesome cowgirl, lookin' fer a good time, good friends, 'n' maybe some'a that goooood lovin' on occasion.  Granted, I don't sleep with jes' any-ol'-body, but hell, I been known t'sleep with a mutant if his dicks big enough, or some'a them shemale types, or what-have-ya.  I don't really discriminate; if ya can make me give ya th' O face, yer prolly good in my book.  ...aside from that, I don't roll with them pu

Ch 21 - Encounter and Kindness - A Poorly Manufactured Heart

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     For many the dawn of a new day is an event that symbolizes the promise of a new day. However to all within the canyon they discover that this fresh new day is stained from the issues of the day before. It's no wonder that the phrase "Same shit different day" had survived the fall.

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Into the Rabbit Hole pt 2

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The sun broke through the window onto her face. She squinted as it barred down on her, and she slowly sat up, putting her hand up to block the light. A groan  as she moved, not use to sleeping on hard wood floors again. She glanced around the cabin, now dust free, and sighed.

About time you woke up.

Oh god, not now. Its too early. Slowly she got up off the floor, stretching her back out, feeling it pop in several places.

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Moonlight

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The moon light up the sky and desert around Ty as he lay on the hood of his interceptor, staring up at the stars softly humming with the song that played from his cars radio.  (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zr8d9sXioj4) He shut his eyes amd remembered the times they spent together, fighting the thoughts of wanting to go back to her right then. He had to sort everything out, she wanted and needed him back with her. The darkness around him was tangable both mentally and physically, she was the light that guided him to his sanity.

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Lost in thought

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Ty wiped the dirty grease and sweat from his forehead with a deep sigh as he looked at the fresh welds on the steel plate on the frame of his interceptor. He had stripped the original light plates off of it and started to replace it with heavier tempered steel plates, it would severely cut the speed but it would greatly increase the protection that car offered. He finished installing the hood with the help of one of the locals make shift cranes, testing the hinges with a grin as they worked smoothly considering all the weight that was on them.

You will meet a dark tall stranger - Final part

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Day 4

At the break of morning Kayla woke, got out of bed, yawned and headed for the little girls room wearing only a small top and a pair of panties. A tinkle flowed through the door that stood ajar and into the apartment, the slow breathing behind a closed closet door moved out of the closet and into her bedroom.

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A Dream.

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**It had been a long day for Jeassiah, in some ways more demanding than what she would have expected. The trips to Briggs Point to gather resources to sell to the local merchants, even a few things she found near the old bunker went to the Auctioneer to be bid upon by other residents of the province. She'd seen a few friends of old, one whom got very comfortable with her and even tried to make out with her while she was in a conversation with another resident, discussing the girls problems and how to help her.

You will meet a dark tall stranger - Part 2

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Day 2

Butterfingers and Bugsy nodded to the woman as she passed them, she always came by them at this late hour after her work. But today Butterfingers noticed a shadow following her, he squinted his eyes as he tried to penetrate the darkness. "Homes, someone is there." He said without taking his eyes away from the shadows at the edge of one the alleys.
"Let’s check it out, Homes." Bugsy said and slowly walked towards the alley closely followed by Butterfingers.

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Kirsten's Life [4] .. Lucky Bitch....

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      Six kilometers outside of Kingman, maybe halfway between there and Rest Stop, there is a disused railway siding, and old tank truck stands there like a memorial to the prefall world.

      I lie under it, sobbing. Make-up resembling a Turner painting, Cooperesque mascara runs down my face. My t-shirt has become a cardigan, open fronted. My breasts exposed. I fear every motor I hear on the nearby road. 

      Earlier....

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Dont Do Drugs...

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I dont know if this is going to work properly, but I hope it does. Something for fun for all to enjoy...if it works.

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Reclaiming what is mine - Part 7

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((Violent and explicit material))

 

In hell

He tried to speak, but his voice was a dry as paste. "W-why?" He croaked. "Who are you?"
The man chuckled again. It was a friendly sound, totally at odds with was happening. Maddening.

Reclaiming what is mine - Part 6

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The dark side of man

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Bump in the night

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Reclaiming what is mine - Part 5

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red

Welcome home

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Suffering in strife pt 3

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She had finished up her investigation at Monkeytown. Blood samples of the bodies and sketches of the room were done. But what she couldn't erase was "Little Mouse" written in the blood of the dead on the wall. Very few people left alive, called her Little Mouse. And even less people knew they came here for 'his' research.

 

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