Ray Hawkins - Wed, 08/05/2015 - 11:54am
Ray Hawkins - Fri, 07/31/2015 - 4:40pm
Ray Hawkins - Tue, 07/28/2015 - 3:54am
Synn - Mon, 07/27/2015 - 6:54pm
(( This is retro from the interaction between Ard and Damion. After leaving Ard’s dead body in Embry, and helping Nisha. Damion headed back to Bankers. Some may recognize the scene from an old TV Show. I revamped it to fit Fallen Earth, and I claim not rights to it. This was written merely for entertainment. ))
Ray Hawkins - Sun, 07/26/2015 - 9:54am
((As before, I added the entry in a PDF file. Hope you enjoy, feel free to offer constructive critique or comments.))
Engel - Sun, 07/26/2015 - 4:10am
Ray Hawkins - Fri, 07/24/2015 - 2:54am
((I hope you find reading this enjoyable. I added the complete entry in a PDF file.))
Kase Mcilwrath - Sun, 07/12/2015 - 6:22am
Ben sat on his dusgusting old prison cot with his cell mate in front of him. You could smell the vial stench of piss and other horrible and disgusting things. The cell mate was playing with a deck of cards and Ben was sketching his own little art pieces with his papers and pencil. Suddenly a harmonica is heard in the next cell over. The harmonica gets louder and louder and whoever is playing it, clearly never held one in their life.
Malteserlord - Mon, 07/06/2015 - 5:16am
Leeloo - Sun, 07/05/2015 - 5:56am
The doctor shone his penlight into the eyes of the young woman to check her pupilary responses before scribbling something on his clipboard. She sat strapped to a wheelchair in the hall of the hospital's mental ward, the voices of the mentally insane echoing off the walls. She didn't know which were real and which were fabrications of her mind. They kept her heavily medicated to the point of being catatonic to silence her ramblings about people they failed to see.
Scwillster - Sat, 07/04/2015 - 2:28pm
((Ambient mood and writing fuel
Dead Fire - Dominic Marsh ))
Stanley sat back in the chair, listening to the man seated behind the desk in front of him. His hands were
folded across his lap, his steely gaze squinted as the dusty old blinds let in a vast ray of the evening sun.
The man in front of him was not happy, and he had a decent reason for it.
WindsofFate - Sat, 07/04/2015 - 12:13pm
Leeloo - Mon, 06/22/2015 - 11:14am
One day ago...
The hallucinations had gotten worse. Pinky and Meki appeared to her next, telling her they only brought her into their fold for a little extra fun until they got bored with her. Then Typhus came to her. The green-haired vixen smiling almost sadistically with a glint of her fangs.
"Yu are ah great fuck, and your blood tastes so sweet. But that is all yu are good for," her usual drawl seethed with venom.
Throughout the day, many of her lost loves came to torment her.
Dorado - Thu, 06/18/2015 - 9:30pm
A tired figure walks away from ruin. Bodies broken, his mind saddened by this, the grin upon his mask smiling with glee and malice. Hiding his own actions from himself. Gloved hands hold against chest knocking off dust to carry off into the wind. Eyes turn to a place he left to protect. All he needs is there. Afraid to go, but hopes a nightmare boogeyman keeps them at bay. Family, home, and dream...shielded by a nightmare. He walks and hums to himself a song made about himself.
Synn - Wed, 06/17/2015 - 6:14pm
(( I have been working this a while. Though it is written IC. The infor is OOC unless discovered IC. *in game or via contact with me here* Please enjoy))
Reavy - Mon, 06/08/2015 - 1:41pm
Reavy drove past ruined gas station on the crackled road. Not looking well and not feeling anything, her thoughts were reduced to mere minimum carved into her brain by her creators and training. Loosing any sense of the world around her, loved ones or anyone else. Driven forward by instinct alone, personality and .."soul".. she developed over the years of her freedom had been long gone. Only some of the thought processes carved into her brain by her creators and training remained..
Tuki - Thu, 06/04/2015 - 3:14pm
The door to the clinic burst open and Tukiko almost ran in. She grabbed a fresh surgical mask from the box by the door and reached behind her head to tie it on.
"Maisy? What's happened?"
From the small ward, with it's new lock on the door and bars on the windows, their sole patient was awake and in obvious distress.
"GAHHHHHHHH! Hjælp mig ! Hjælp mig snart!"
Already masked and gloved, Maisy stood with wide eyes.
"The sedatives aren't doing anything anymore. She's in a lot of pain and struggling to escape."
Reavy - Thu, 06/04/2015 - 1:16pm
Sounds of gunfire finally ceased in the Redfields outskirts, as one of the walking corpses finally fallen to the ground motionless.
Young man hunched in the corner kept mumbling constantly, as if he was loosing his mind to fear.
"We're going to die, we're going to die, we're go..."
Kick in the face silenced Greg, one of the refugees unlucky enough to get captured by marauding raiders as soon as his group reached Northfields.
Michael Destefano - Wed, 06/03/2015 - 4:58am
The images are from the vicinity of Diesel Town. All three are still alive moving around. They pose a threat to the residents in the surrounding area. Especially the animal which is likely to the cause of the spread.
I managed to escape without being infected myself, and will be returning to Northfields.
Michael Destefano - Wed, 06/03/2015 - 4:22am
Amanda walks in a world where nightmares exists.
There is dried blood on the walls. Bloody handprints and spent shell casing littering the floor, glinting against her flashlight as she passes by. In the cone of the light, she sees Olga. Olga is reaching out a hand, sobbing. Amanda's instincts scream, Run.
Rumiko - Sat, 05/30/2015 - 1:07pm
Rumiko had spent five days or so in Oilville before moving back up north, most of the time spent in the science lab fixing up her battered weapons and armor. By wasteland standards her armor was a technological marvel, an undersuit of hexweave interlaced with wires and a special cooling system ensured that she could move and still remain relatively comfortable in the hot wasteland sun.
Michael Destefano - Thu, 05/28/2015 - 3:59pm
Amanda sat behind the wheel of the car driving out of Diesel Town. It was raining heavily. The windshield wipers slapped back and forth. She cut sharply off the road and crashed through a screen of brush onto a deer path. Branches and shrubs scratched along the sides of the car and mud splashed as high as the windows as the car thumbed and bumped over roots and rocks.
She looked over at the man sitting in the passenger seat. “I never really understood your interest in the change of behavior of the wildlife.”
Metal - Tue, 05/26/2015 - 10:06pm
Somewhere out by West Reach.
"You can't kill everyone who knows your identity. It'll never work! You are just a crazed man who thinks he is a monarch." the kneeling man said, but to Azazel it seemed like squealing and begging. Azazel raised his tomahawk as the man's kneeling wife began crying next to him. The man turns planning to attack Azazel. Azazel instantly reacts by burying his axe into the man's skull and kicking him over.
Rumiko - Tue, 05/26/2015 - 6:42pm
Rumiko had spent a couple of days in Embry, resupplying her severely depleted stocks of ammunition, fuel, food and water and making a lot of local traders very happy. The months she had spent on the road had taken their toll on her gear and her ride, and the mechanics and merchants were all too happy to provide whatever she needed. Thankfully she still had a small fortune stashed away, enough to cover the basic repair works needed for her battered Fastback and refill her supplies.
notheredave - Tue, 05/19/2015 - 3:10pm
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Michael Destefano - Wed, 05/06/2015 - 5:10pm
He got into the driver seat, smiling as the engine came to life. “Seems there is still some life left in this car.” He turned his smiling face towards Reavy sitting next to him. “Where should we go?” He faked looking surprised and a little repugnant. “The bar you say?” He shrugged. “Do you think they will be chanting your name again like obedient children?” He backed the car out of the garage. Steering around Reavy’s car, then blew out of there.
Joe Spivey - Tue, 04/28/2015 - 7:50am
Joe was sitting in a quiet corner of his favourite watering hole when the door opened and Tukiko Troy stepped across the threshold. Joe looked up from his suds. Tuki appeared a tad annoyed about something and possesed of a certain Hyle-like determination in her demeanor that made Joe think that genetic traits might, in fact, be contageous after all. Sighing, Joe put the glass back down on the wet, mug-ringed tabletop as Tuki marched across the sawdust strewn floor towards his little haven. "Here we go." He muttered under his breath.
Michael Destefano - Thu, 04/23/2015 - 2:09am
After making sure that Reavy was nowhere to be seen, DeStefano thanked his fellow Travelers, and drove south across the plains. He did not dare go back the way Reavy had gone.
When the tires of the car once again found concrete, it was on the unmapped road leading south to the road connecting New Flagstaff and Hope Springs.
Michael Destefano - Wed, 04/22/2015 - 3:23am
Reavy’s car came cruising casually along the street, heading towards him.
His heart was pounding and the ground he stood on felt like it was tilting.
Terror had taken a hold of him, and made his hands go for his revolvers.
He pulled a revolver with each hand from his billowing black coat, firing them at the approaching car.
Michael Destefano - Mon, 04/20/2015 - 10:07am
The music inside the bar was too loud too reveal the sound of squeaking leather, but when a man with a blue tomahawk hairstyle, called out “Hey Reavy.” DeStefano stiffened with fear.