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Memories of Lori Part 10: A Thirst For Answers

??:?? May ?? 2144

Location Unknown

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Memories of Lori Part 9: The Precipice

13:00 May 13th 2144

Kaibab National Forest

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Memories of Lori Part 8: Beeline Through the Treeline

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10:35 May 13th 2144

Kaibab National Forest

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Memories of Lori Part 7: Grizzly Luck

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10:15 May 13th 2144

Kaibab National Forest

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Memories of Lori Part 6: Bird of Peace

12:30 May 12th 2144

Kaibab National Forest

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Memories of Lori Part 5: No Horsing Around

06:30 May 12th 2144

Gaia

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Memories of Lori Part 4: Doorknobs & Boomsticks

06:00 May 12th 2144

Gaia

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She'll be here soon. (NSFW?)

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Haven't done a journal on here in a while so I thought I'd let out my frustrations into words. This is going to be a bit darker than my previous journal entry, so be warned, or be enthralled. This journal is centered around my second character, Hazel Fawn. In this journal, I may have the tendency to flip flip in-between past and present tense. I'm too lazy to re-read and edit it out. Sorry if it sucks ass. I'm a bit sick and this is for therapeutic relief. Remember, kids. Bitches love constructive criticism. ♥

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Union report - New Flagstaff - Thursday


Incident 1:

11:25 - shooting reported in the east garage. at first it was ignored because of the proximity to the prairie chicken hunting grounds however there were reports of casualties so a patrol was dispatched but found no trace of victims or the shooter.

Incident 2:

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The dark Shepherd (part 1/2 + RP hook)

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Somewhere...

Somewhere in this Prairie there are blindspots where life is easy. Only the blind can find such spots, for they follow no road. And so it happened to old Jansen, when he was blind on peyote one morning, that he woke up in one such place, just north of Pass Chris. Well not really north. It's more like... west from Watchtower. Well not really west. As I said, it's one of those spots easy to miss and hard to forget.

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Father's love

 

Ascendant's Ridge, sunset

My dad never loved me.
He didn't want me or need me as a son. Not until the very end, anyway. When Death comes calling you need your children seated around you, with their heads bowed down, so you can die with a speck of dignity and a sense of acomplishment.

My father died under a tree, alone, with guilt gnawing at his heart like a rancid jackal.

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A Crack in the Distance (Part 1)

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      Kabou cocked the lever back on his rifle, glancing at the other two nameless men with him. The lord snap of the action got both men's attention, but their attention soon died out. The back of the truck they were all sat in bounced up and down as they left the safety of Gaia, to the outer land. One of the men seemed to call position as leader and commanded Kabou and the other man to get their masks on. Kabou pulled his straps over his head and tightened them to allow his gasmask to sit comfortably on his face.

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Event - behind the scenes

If you use the pass "fairplay" on the archive uploaded at the start of event you will uncover a text that I copy paste here. Here is the text:

 

 Encrypted message: 

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Dungeon Crawler event

crawler

Dungeon status:

FIRST WORM KILLED
SECOND WORM KILLED
SOME OF THE MINERS RESCUED
SOME OF THE MINERS DIED

COMPLETED! (But feel free to play this through again and again)

Password for the attached encrypted archive is "fairplay"

 



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Just another peaceful day

Note left for Larry at the corn farm:

"Larry,

I must move on with the plan and get into the position. Your talk about hope for the peaceful resolution inspired me, so I will not rush anything and wait for your return with the cargo, for one more day. I will be absent though, so you can contact me through a radio set up in my room. You will find the hammer and gear there as well."

Brink

 

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Driftlin's Log - Asshole Scavenger


Pyrok sat on a bench with his elbows propped up on the table, staring at the clouds as they rolled by. His hand was on the front of his jacket, which held the letter from Hyle. Going to Kaibab with Sorja. Can't settle. Never around. Shark's a good friend, but he's not you.
He stared down at the letter for the tenth time, trying to dredge up some idea of what he should do. He was stuck on a odd phrase he heard some time ago: 'If you really love someone, let them go.'

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Life in a terrorist cell

South Burb outskirts ~ noon

On the outskirts of South Burb there is a farm. And on that farm there is a wooden house with a porch in the back. And on that porch, next to a cup of lukewarm Sage tea, there is a ledger. In that ledger is a town routine, written down and dissected with the precision of an animal skinner.


 

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Life in a terrorist cell

Vista camp ~ night

"You are just an angry, old man Brink." - she said, encouraged to see that no young Vista Greenhorns followed Brink into this project of his.

The one eyed man stopped and turned slowly, his face almost confused: "I... don't find anything insulting there? I am angry for a reason, and reaching old age in the wasteland is a feat few are capable of. At times like this, being young and flaccid would be a real insult."

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Trouble in miner's paradise

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tribune

 

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Roots - eco terrorist event (prelude)

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poison

Three angry figures are standing around a tree stump in South Burb. It's way past midnight and the town around them is asleep.

"Who did this?" - grey haired woman asked without raising her voice.

"One of the new arrivals, he felled a tree to fix up that fence over there, mam." - young man next to her replied.

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Until we fall

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Among the Land

( https://myspace.com/various.artists-dark.coun/music/song/blackest-hour-9... )—Music for the read (Sorry for the link, but I couldn’t find it on Youtube)

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History of a support character

This is OOC post explaining the path of a support character, some experiences and the storyline update. The storyline reached a threshold right now, but it is still active so please don't use the information you read here as public knowledge. I hope you will find it useful:

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Mines again (9)

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 The party was like any of them, drunken men all over the guard area, fights, girls from the huts…Sorja could not think all of it very deep. Chuck gave her a beautiful dress and she had to be his “princess” tonight. “Idiot”, Sorja thought, dressed up, made hair and of course she had to cook snacks. “They all will be drunk tonight”. She was thinking escaping could be today, if possible. Earlier she hided the biggest kitchen knife she could find, in the bathroom.

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Mines again (8)

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 It was getting cold. Her clothes were in a bad condition and new clothes were difficult, even impossible to get. She was freezing. The hut has frost on the walls and women breathing made walls whiter. They got blankets, at last, but it was not enough. Days were better, in some part of the tunnel were hot, others warm.  They survived, not well, but they were alive.  

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Mines again (7)

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Women popped in one by one in the next few days, it’s a life cycle of clones. They were waiting her, Sorja, well not her particularly; she was just one of many.  They catched her both side, almost carried her upstairs, threw her into a van and drove. All they asked was: “your hut number?” Sorja told the number and found herself inside the hut soon. She remembered her bed, lied down and tried to remember...”What happened”?  She asked and soon got an answer, description of collapse of the main tunnel. “Anyone knows about our factory”?

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MInes again (6)

 

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Yes this is what i look like

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Mines again (5)

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Mines again (4)

 

They were sitting in a half-circle, Sorja facing her closest girls. All wanted to listen what she had to say. Others stood further, maybe 20 only, looking disbelief. Most of the clones lied in their beds; they more appreciated a good night sleep, because the next day would be another long workday. Sorja choose this night, it is the night a new manager arranges her weekly party, a good excuse not to show he is really an alcoholic.

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