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Who are you, Archer? Part 1: Into the Void

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((I'm taking a break from RP for god knows how long, mainly just to get to level 40+. Usually I have an IC excuse for disappearing for a week or longer. This is going to involve Archer's journey across the wastes to get to Alaska. Why? Read and find out))

 

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Echoes of Memory - 13

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((Written to 'Ride' by the Cary Brothers.))

She stands amongst the billowing wreckage, the very vision of coldly manicured beauty. She is clad in a black catsuit of some high tech weave she cannot name, its snug fit almost inappropriate in how it hugs her svelte form. Her long, vibrant red hair has been loosed to the wind and whips about her pristine features and away behind her in a scene straight out of an exaggerated hair products commercial.

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Echoes of Memory - 12

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((Written to 'One Caress' by Depeche Mode.))

Druuna sleeps restlessly, shifting uncomfortably in her tangle of sheets. The wind is picking up outside as a storm is brewing and the old house creaks its weary disdain of such trouble it is no longer well suited to weather. She is oblivious to the noise, lost in the throes of her own troubles, dreams such as they are.

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Echoes of Memory - 11

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((Written to 'The Next Life' by Suede.))

She is watching him from the expansive bay window of a lakehouse they've rented when the phone rings. He is down on the pier, wrestling with a canoe that seems to be winning the contest. She is wearing a silly smile full of affection and amusement as she brings the portable to her ear.

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Echoes of Memory - 10

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((Written to 'This Year's Love' by David Gray.))

Druuna is leaning back against her motorcycle beside the glowing campfire, snuggling into her pack for a bit of cushion. The usual desert chill has set in as heavy clouds have rolled in to blot out most of the stars. She huddles within her jacket with her feet close to the warming fire, her hands now fishing about in her pockets.

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Putting His Foot in the Grave - 1

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The raiders were nothing to the man as he tore through their ranks, the crude weaponry they held finding precious little to harm on the man. He seemed to always be clad in armor fit for a tank, as Driftstorm liked to tease. Blades scraped at the plating of his carapace, showing them that the best they could do was rivet the surface, or scratch through the already fading, pee green paint job.

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Echoes of Memory - 9

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((Written to 'Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show' by Neil Diamond.))

I Broke My Horse!

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((Just a nice little way of sayin 'I blew my computer up! Cry BBL!))


 


"Dear diary, notebook, journal...whatever you wanna call these pieces of shit paper I've been writin on and totin around with me everywhere I go...


"Anyway, I think I broke my horse. Damn thing was on its last leg anyways really but my dumb ass figured if I gave it just a bit more juice, I might be able to actually make it faster. Yeah....umm...that didn't go so well.


"I made it to Embry Crossroads though! Busiest damn town I've been to yet. Guess that's why whoever made this map I've been usin put the cute little star next to it.

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Method of Madness: Inside the Mind of a Madman (Chapter 3)

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As the day draws to a close Elijas stands near a barrel fire making a mental inventory of the events of the past week or so and begins preparing himself mentally for the assault on the Kingman Prison looming ominoisly on the hill.


 


 


 


<<<< Inner Thought Monologue of Elijas Metatron >>>>


"I've been making good time since I was in Oilville slowly working my way north. I hear there are some trade hubs once you're out of the desert so I've been scraping every chip and scrap I can and hopefully I can trade up a truck to haul some of this salvage or find one to fix up.


 

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Pyotr enters the light

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((OOC)) This is the first time Pyotr Velikiy wakes up. He will be speaking in a very thick russian accent so think the Cosmonaut from Armaggeddon. To keep things simple, words between asterisks (*) will be input from his senses, such as touch, taste, smell, sight and also outline actions. Pyotr with be highlighted in Red when speaking, all other characters will have names attatched to their colours the first time around. ((OOC))


 

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Zane Richards Audio Log Part 3

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*recorder clicks on*


"Eli sent me some schematics, good stuff, shotgun comes in handy sometimes.  Eli....not sure what possessed me to buy him a beer, maybe in the hope that I'd find one other human that didn't want to gut me for what was in my pockets."


*sound of him taking a long draw of a cigarette, and a equally long slow exhale*


"Decent fella, Eli, we chat now and then on the radio, he talks about putting a business together, sittin' back in our own place gettin' others to do the grunt work for us.  Sounds nice, if a bit out of reach.  Maybe...hell neither one of us can remember who we use ta be, but who the hell cares, could 'ave been a hundred years ago...fuck it."


*takes a drink of something, a few swallows followed by a satified sigh*

Always an Option C

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((This is a short introductory story for my character. Being new to FE and still learning about the various factions and lore, I'm refraining from diving in too deep on a backstory. But I figure this would be a good start. I'm a long time RPer (most of the recent stuff being on Second Life) and really looking forward to meeting and RPing with y'all on FE. If you see me, Amarok Tonrar, in-game, by all means, say hi!))


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Subject 27's Audio logs

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((Getting this out of the way so I can start them up again. I am writing this as if two techies find this 200 years after present time in Fallen Earth. Also I posted this in a forums so please post comments and constructive critism.))
C:/
C:/DataArchives
Radiation Treatments
Corrupted
Corrupted
Corrupted
Corrupted
Corrupted
Subject27
Corrupted
Corrupted
Corrupted
Recon Logs
Weapon experiments


"Wait Miller, check Subject 27."
"Yes sir." Replied the apprentice


C:/DataArchives/Subject27
Data found... Audio Logs would you like to play this media? [y/n] Y
Playing.

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Method of Madness: Inside the Mind of a Madman (Chapter 2)

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As the dusty wind began to settle down Elijas took off his goggles and carefully tucked them away in his BDU cargo pocket. He squinted his eyes toward the sky briefly as if to size-up the sun for a fight but quickly surrendered his angry gaze back toward his immediate surroundings. A few strange figures were still camped on the street of Embry Crossroads barking of some religion that Elijas could never really understand even if he cared to try. They seemed harmless enough though and Eli had a live and let live attitude that day...or so he thought.

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Humpday Hide-away Hoedown!

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Hello All!

Legends of the Fall along with Demonville Radio are happy to announce another opportunity for Role Play in Fallen Earth.


Hoedown Flyer


 

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Method of Madness:Inside the Mind of a Madman

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If one were to overhear the thoughts of one Elijas Metatron perhaps a greater understanding of his "madness" could be deduced. Elijas is not one to keep a journal nor records of any kind about himself or his dealings but perhaps we could venture into the mind of a madman for a peek, just a tiny peek at what makes his clock tick and how.


<<<< The Inner thought Dialouge of Elijas Metatron>>>>

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Zane Richards *An Audio Log*

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((This is an audio journal for the character Zane Richards, both to introduce him to the community and to get a feel for the idea of what he is myself, making this up as I go, my knowledge of lore at this point is limited to the timeline on the main page, and what I've seen in game so far, so bare with me and enjoy.))


*Recorder clicks on, a gravelly deep voice begins to speak*


"Figure I might as well record this...not sure how long I'll be able to keep this thing working, but talkin' into it makes me seem a bit less crazy while I talk to myself, tryin' to get this all straight in my head."


*the sound of someone taking a long drag of a cigarette, then an exhaled breath*

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Ponderances of Alicia (entry 13)

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((Greetings and salutations! My toon is Alicia Trabeal and this is her handwritten IC journal.  That said, you are reading it OOC; unless it is found IC and I have expressly directed you here.  If you have any questions or comments about it, please send me a private missive, I welcome them.)) 

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Echoes of Memory - 8

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((Written to 'Disco Science' by Mirwais.))

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Echoes of Memory - 7

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((Written to 'Weapon of Choice' by Fatboy Slim.))

It's an idle, mostly quiet afternoon outside. Crisp, clear blue skies, light traffic humming about the downtown streets. The day is waning and people are meandering along in their lives, thinking about getting off work and whiling away their evening routines in whatever comfort zones they lay claim to. Inside the office building at 2401 Bradley though, a starkly more hectic scene is playing out.

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Echoes of Memory - 6

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((Written to 'Cellphone's Dead' by Beck.))

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Echoes of Memory - 5

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((Written to 'Don't Mess Around With Jim' by Jim Croce.))

The schematics for Druuna's latest project continue to tumble through her thoughts as she and her horse amble into the small outpost at a trot. She leans forward slightly to pat her mount's neck when they slow further, "Here we are again at the edge of civilization eh' Bill?" Just a brief visit for several missing parts and her dune buggy frame would finally be complete.

Scraps of paper.

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*Scraps of paper float along the wind near Embry Crossroads. On them is handwriting; that of a fifth grader; but it was eligible and readable.*

-and I dont know what to say about it all. This hostile wasteland gives nothing but scraps. I need to be careful what I eat from now on. Been reading news, not soo good, then became better, I don't know what been going on lately, News just gets interesting every day. Note, stop on by New Embry for more water, starting to run low on that. Food is horrible. Alcohol cleans the water. Tired as hell, hot in days, cool in nights.

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Letters from the Road( Jax Riens Nomad Wanderings.

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(( due to real life i am going to have to leave fe for awhile, however i'll still be around, Jax has gone nomad which essentially means he is on his own, without the rest of Iron SIghts to deal with some things. in his journeys on the road he collects his thoughts by writing letters, some to his sister, others to Irina, the girl he left behind these are the letters you are reading them OOC))

Kiry,

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La Giustifica

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No excuses. I have done wrong, no good. Enforcer work has been the only constant and for that, I am thankful. For that, I am guilty of. Soon I will return to them, the Saints, not one justification curling from my tongue. I wronged a few, acted as if a child. Paid dearly for it. Several more scars line my abdomen this time, and none of them bring pleasant memories to the mind like the one lining an old tattoo on my shoulder.

 

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GlobalTech Profile: Anthony Hunter

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    |||Welcome to the GlobalTech employee database|||

 

>>Executive Profiles

 

//Open? Y/N

 

//Enter keyword   /Hunter_Anthony

...

//File not found

//Enter keyword   /Archer

...

//File found. NOTE: classified information.

 

Name: Anthony Hunter

Codename: Archer

Date of Birth: N/A-N/A-2018

Position: Currently Regional Executive of GlobalTech Los Angeles Branch. Formerly GlobalTac black ops specialist. Rank: Major

Even more Breaking News

In a earlier news, Invicta's Irovagh Drainakor and Soyala where met with full force today by Freedom Defense Corps over an issue with harassment with some of the members, all armed with carbines and rifles, Scrapheap attacked the Freedom Defense Corps, only to be taken down quickly.

In need of a new..uhh..what do they call them? Friend?

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((ooc))

Hello, I am sure some of you heard of me, well I need a new talkie thingy, it seems Reaper's schedule has left me alone at most days and i need a new talky-talk Friend-slave thingy that i can talk to on game.

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Theory, Meet Practice

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((Author's note: Chronologically this story takes a week before Fallen Earth's launch day. The story opens with Sarah wandering around Plateau a few hours after the Cafe of Broken Dreams, her home, burnt down.))

 

Drua's Recordings 1: Outward Bound

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((Might as well start this now, knowing me I'm going to make a ton of these whenever I get bored! This is Drua's personal journal kept on a tape recorder in her bag, pretty much like any other IC journal here it's OOC unless somehow she lets you hear it or what have you. Comments more then welcome, pretty much anything but 'oh man you suck stop writing now you failure' is helpful!))

 

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