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Roasting me. (Or someone you dearly love.)


Yes this idea probably is dumb, but I'd thought it'd be fun for you guys.

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The Photograph... [4] .. Assessment.

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Ytte looked at the photograph as she sat in a corner of some wrecked building in Midway.

Sure, the photograph was one she had taken only a few days since. She intended to send it to her Father but preparations for the storming of the Dänisch lines had more than preoccupied her. She remembered pushing it into a leather wallet, to keep it safe.

But this. This Photograph looked worn, very scratched. Almost ancient. But she knew it was not less than a few days old. 

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Drizzt's Journal Part 1

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((This is a journal that I've decided to create for my Char, Lance Corporal Drizzt Do'Urden))

Fifty years have past, fifty years of being bitter and suicidal. Everyday I wanted to kill myself and I did several times but I never got rid of my collar. For some reason I kept it. And now I'm glad I did. I make bad decisions a lot though. I nearly burned all my bridges with the people around me, but I'm doing my best to correct that. I have little patience usually for people who annoy me. 

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Freedom

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[Background Song]

~The only way to deal with an unfree world,is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.


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The Photograph... [3] .. The Find

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Paul-Caspar Syberg shivered he jumped down from his old Land-Rover, his shoes squelched into the waterlogged field. 

 "At least the rain has stopped, huh?" Said the grinning face from under a rather large rimmed bush-hat.

" Bahh, Jens. You're only happy wallowing around up to your knees in dirt ! So. What have you got here?"

" Hard to tell at this point. One of the Historiecentre staff spotted a guy digging here. You know the type. Metal detector in one hand and a trowel in the other, hoping to get lucky."

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The Photograph... [2] .. Origins

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The old Sargeant puffed on his pipe. Years of warring had made him immune to the jarring concussion of nearby explosions. Each detonation made the younger of his charges wince and duck. He watched the fear in some eyes. 

He occasionally, and casually brushed the falling dirt from his uniform pants at it fell from the sky. Presently he stood up, turned and took a glance over the parapet for just a few seconds. His veteran  eyes looked out over the flat land, through the mist of thick rain toward the enemy trenches. 

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The Photograph

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The Photograph.

Death is timeless. More accurately, for a clone, the time spent dead is not like a sleep.

If anyone has ever had a medical operation, they know that the time spent under aneasthetic does not exist. One moment your counting back from ten. next moment you have woken up. A sudden waking and with no idea where you are excepts its not where you were a second ago. Caring nurses urgently calming the initial panic. Softly telling you all is fine, your operation was a success and now you are waking in the recovery room

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Leaving FE.

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After logging over 1500 hours into Fallen Earth, I honestly don't know what the fuck to do now, both game and RP wise. I'm gonna be real honest and say a few things, one of the main reasons I never really roleplay openly and blah blah blah is because I hate being nosey and you know, waltzing right up into a RP and not feeling like I was welcomed or wanted/deserved to join along, I just don't like being nosey and even if I get to join in on an RP or so, I still have the guilt of thinking that I am being a nosey dirtbag.

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burn devil

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Cowards carry guns... Evil  so much yes.         Now some rosy  crucifix  .;'d , get dizzy,  dificult to summon l/ into,:"  u CAN ? SEE ME ,imagine me in the other place if u wish. GAZE DOWN  u never seem to wake noth eyes open  NOTH ,NOW HERE " U MAY WANT TObe_DEAD   BUT U CANT" DAVE NOTH?  get dizzy, Why?  i walk .............in  i Draw a Little bit .

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Living in the Burbs - Entry 9

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Chapter nine
The talk

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Living in the Burbs - Entry 8

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Chapter Eight
Mr. Kincaid

 

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Living in the Burbs - Entry 7

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Chapter seven
Charlie

 

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Diary of a beta clone titled: "Swearing"

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"Murderfucker!"

"No."

"No?"

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Living in the Burbs - Entry 6

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Chapter six
The girl

A Playground

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Brekshire, 07:56 Hours.

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(( Sory for low quality of my game!))

As I decided to rest on the edge, to write in my notebook. Several thoughts crossed my mind almost as fast as my heart was beating.

 

Just an hour before, I was running around Brekshire, having fun and exercise. Dashing from the prying eyes of the Leaguers roaming around, and silently stalking a lone Enforcer.

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Living in the Burbs - Entry 5

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Chapter Five
Preacher Street

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Living in the Burbs - Entry 4

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Chapter Four
Embry Crossroads

 

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Living in the Burbs - Entry 3

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Chapter three
On the road

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Wakeup call

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((  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.  ))

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Entry 3 - Living in the Burbs

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((As before, I added the entry in a PDF file. Hope you enjoy, feel free to offer constructive critique or comments.)) 


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Questions & Answers

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Living in the Burbs - Entry 2

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((I hope you find reading this enjoyable. I added the complete entry in a PDF file.))


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Every Escape Needs Planning

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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. 

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The Eckel Family

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(( Background music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3QEKT2mk_Q ))

 

-Someplace Near Depot 66-

 

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Wandering (Zombies Ate My Neighbors)

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Haven, today...


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.

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Working for the company: Missing Shipment (part 1)

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((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.

 

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Journal Entry: 7/4/2156 "A High Plains Drifter"

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Dear Journal, 

 

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Maddened (Zombies Ate My Neighbors)

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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.

Grinning

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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.

 

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Zombies Ate My Neighbors: My Brother's Keeper

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(( 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))

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