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All a game.

Synn sat in his chair, looking over his cards at the man across the table.  He lowered his cards enough to let the man see his impish grin. “You’re a tough read, Slick”

Synn grinned as his eyes rolled back into his head.  Hidden by his glasses the effect was not seen by anyone, and went un-noticed.  Scanning the man’s thoughts was easy, as he focused on his cards. The image clear in his head of what was in his hand, Synn knew he had better cards.  Speaking as if he was unsure he said, “I think I’ll take a chance.  I raise you a Red.”

Hyle Troy's picture

Götterdämmerung. (part 9)

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As Hyle waited for the doors to open, if indeed they actually would, she thought about all the ‘Ifs’. And there were a lot of them. She knew about Brown but didn’t ‘know’ her that well. And if there were a cohort of Lucy’s men inside rather than the two, three, four that she guessed…. Then what?. Hyle bit her lip then stopped herself, the camera was watching.

 

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A Grey Matter

 

 

            Shadow wandered through the endless void. The sky, the ground, the horizon: all painted in an impossible colour. His steps rung hollow against a floor

          that didn't exist, yet still they carried sound that echoed against the fabric of his mind. No light guided his way, no direction could be discerned, and yet, he

          knew exactly where he was.

             Stopping for a moment, an encompassing dread swelled within him. He took a breath--savouring the fading tranquility of nothingness and held his hand

Joe Spivey's picture

Götterdämmerung (part 8)

Miss Brown’s choice of time and place for their ‘meeting’ surprised Joe. He had expected, in fact he would have chosen, an out of the way place like a derelict roadside store with clear vision all around so that ambush or betrayal of any kind could be better detected. But no. In their brief communication the night before Joe heard the smile in her voice.

Joe Spivey's picture

Götterdämmerung (part 7)

Joe broke the connection with Hyle and stood looking thoughtfully at Kirsten for a few moments. He was wrong to be angry with Hyle. He had ‘sold’ Tuki to her because he knew that she would take on the devil itself to protect her… as she was now proving by going to Aunt Lucy’s lair. On her own, no back up. Where she would likely run up against the two most evil women Joe knew.

Joe Spivey's picture

Götterdämmerung (part 6)

It was late afternoon and a lot of Lucy’s girls were now awake and getting breakfast in preparation for the evening shift. In the office the subject of conversation between Lucy and the two sheepish looking men standing by the door was Hyle Troy. These two, after checking on their buddy in the emergency clinic had overheard Hyle talking to the auctioneer and had taken it upon themselves to ‘warn her off’. It had not gone well but the men were wise enough to report their actions back to the boss.

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The possibilities are endless

Synn sat in his office.  Life was slow, and he was getting bored.  Abyss was safely stored away in the LifeNet pod he had the Techs re-engineer.  Knowing his little brother was in a virtual dream that was a quiet normal life, was one of the personal goals he was proud of achieving.   Most gangs or major player in the canyon were gone.  Rumors always surfaced of this return or that sighting, but nothing proved valid.

“I gotta get my ass out of this chair and get my boots dirty again.”  Synn muttered to himself.

Joe Spivey's picture

Götterdämmerung (part 5)

For the second time in her life Tuki found herself alone in a cell. There were differences though. The first time it had been a cold stone room with a forbidding studded door. Shackles had hung from the walls and the mould covered stones were etched in the initials of dozens of previous occupants, along with the obligatory stroke calendars of days ticked off. This cell was not nearly so homey.

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Götterdämmerung (part 4)

Miss Brown glared with teary eyes at the slimy bile sloshing across the bottom of the plastic bucket. Not for the first time she cursed LifeNet, its creators, their parents and anyone else who had anything to do with the fact that she was violently ill whenever she emerged from cloning. But at least she was safe. Well, safe-ish.

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Götterdämmerung (part 3)

By four AM the Spivey household was clustered in a little group behind the front door.

“Everybody ready?” Joe asked, hiding his anxiety so that his voice appeared calm and confident. There was a flurry of nodding heads. Joe smiled. “Good. Now remember…” He held his finger to his lips.

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Götterdämmerung (part 2)

Joe was enjoying a nice dream for once, then his collar started demanding his attention. Beeps, buzzes, it was even vibrating annoyingly, which was a function he didn’t know it had. Anyway, it was enough to wake him up.

Joe slid out of bed and groped his way to the bathroom.

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Dinner for Two

Why did the Prarie Cchicken cross the road?

Mordikahi's picture

A new path

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Zek leaned with is forehead against the wall.  The flow of water from the pipe above him, splashed down the back of his neck, and over him rapidly cooling his body.  He focused on the water flow, and took slow deep breaths.

From behind him, the sounds of groans and movement let him know that the group of students were still tending to each other.  In all only 5 of the students had taken the challenge, 4 were now being bandaged and splinted, as attention was given to broken bones and torn ligaments.

Joe Spivey's picture

Götterdämmerung (part 1)

There are problems with trying to keep a clone imprisoned. Not least of which is ‘escape by suicide’. Your prisoner dies and is then re-cloned at the nearest cloning facility. The solution, of course, is for the prison to have its own cloning facility so that even if a prisoner does suicide, they still never leave the prison.

Mordikahi's picture

The choices we make.

The building stood in the middle of nowhere.  It was a meeting point agreed upon between the Light bringer trainer and Zek.  He stood in the center of the open space, trying to relax.  Knowing what was coming and being in his Full enforcer Armor, was making his hearts race.  Zek chuckled thinking about how point of view was important, as the door opened and the group of students entered listening to their teacher.

Mordikahi's picture

And so it begins

Zek stood looking out over Hope Springs.  The upper area of this old car wash was exposed, but the space allowed for quiet reflection.  The teacher over in the LighBearer camp was expecting him soon, but given his request, a little time relaxing was preferred. 

Besides Zek’s unique “talents” we what the man desired, so he could wait a bit.

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The House Always win!

The House of spokes is making a return to the waste!

We will re-open our old shop in Hope springs (if still open, kinda assume it is, if not we will find a new location.)

Keep your wasteland ride in tip top shape, make sure to visit the House Of Spokes, for any and all repairs!

House of spokes offers:

*RP on car issues and upgrades using a complicated and well defined roll system. (Josey Grimm, Gavin Gunn)

*custom paint jobs and builds (Josey Grimm, Gavin Gunn)

*Dome fastback cars built to order (Maria Gunn)

Hyle Troy's picture

Chez Spivey, just around bedtime



Joe closed his book and stubbed out his cigar.

Time to call it a day, Old son.”

Hyle Troy's picture

"'Twas the night before Christmas......

Chez-Spivey.

 

'Twas the night before Christmas 

And all through the house, 

Not a creature was stirring

Not even a........ knock knock?"

 

Joe sighed, put down his book, his brandy, and answered the door.

"Hello Uncle Joe.!"   said Tuki.

"Hello Mr.Spivey." said Taiyoko

"Hej!"  said Hyle.

"What the..... " said Joe. As the others filed past and into the hallway.

 

Another tap on the door. Joe reopened it.

Finny smiled with her hands clasped behind her back. 

Hyle Troy's picture

Waffelhus Enterprises A/S Præsenterer ...

 

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((poster appears in all the usual places. OK so, my intention is to make a party starting at the time above in UTC/GMT so that we can welcome the new year starting in EET (Finland, W.Russia, Greece etc.) After, CET ( Danmark, Germany Poland etc.) and then GMT (UK)

 

notheredave's picture

rust

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Canni Belle's picture

Safe Passage

"I told you we should have waited for Momma to take us." Simon whined as he struggled to keep his end of the bundle off of the ground. 

His slightly taller sister blew an errent strand of blond hair from her nose as she tried to ease the weight her nine year old brother bore. The large bag filled with toys was not only heavy but cumbersome due to the odd shapes of the contents all crammed into one huge sack the two children had carried between them for a mile and a half already. 

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The Christmas Tree of Picus Ridge

It was a quite cold evening as Das, Fenster, Brett, stood admiring the Christmas tree like three wise men examining mysteries of the universe.

'It is an impressive tree,' Das said pulling on his red and white scarf. He leaned against the windowsill and almost fell over, quickly remembering they were all outside in the Picus Ridge courtyard, not near a windowsill.

'There is a lot of purple,' Fenster remarked.

'True,' responded Brett. 'We can guess why.'

Suddenly the tree shook a little and spoke. 'Purple is a nice colour for Christmas.'

Joe Spivey's picture

A Christmas Ghost Story... Well sort of. (part 5 finale)

The New Flagstaff Orphanage Ammunition Company technically does have actual staff. For tax reasons, however, the orphans didn’t count. Officially, they are on an extended work experience programme for which they earn points which are then turned into cash donations for the orphanage. In turn, the orphanage buys its supplies from Spivey’s Independent Trading Company so everything works out nicely.

Hyle Troy's picture

Jólaleik frá löngu síðan

 

Jólaleik frá löngu síðan - A Christmas tale from long ago



Silja sat Anneka down at the kitchen table for her milk and cookies then joined her with a welcome cup of coffee.

 

Joe Spivey's picture

A Christmas Ghost Story... Well, Sort of (part 4)

Joe opened his eyes and listened. Something had woken him up but there was a distinct lack of ominous sounding bongs. It was also very dark, not a ghostly glow to be seen anywhere. He felt his way to the end of the bed and slid off.

Hyle Troy's picture

Sunday Morning

The sun was shining.

Too bright

The birds sang

Too loud.

The front door opened, 

"MOM!"

Too loud.

"Mom, where are you? I brought Ichiro for you to look after, like we arranged..?

I'm dreaming this... I hope..

 

morgen

Joe Spivey's picture

A Christmas Ghost Story... Well, sort of (part 3)

BONG! Joe’s eyes opened. BONG! He sat up. Same bed. BONG! Still fully dressed. Joe sighed.

“Here we go again.” Joe shuffled down the mattress until he was sitting on the end of the bed. He reached into his duster pocket for his cigars and opened the pouch. Candy canes.

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Happy Ending for Aventae

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(Artist: ????) (Music: Gilgul)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Joe Spivey's picture

A Christmas Ghost Story... well, sort of (part 2)

Tucked up in bed, in the hour before lights out and with the big dictionary by her side, Finny began to read. The sights and sounds, and even the smell, of the orphanage faded away as Finny entered and embraced the world of Ebenezer Scrooge and Jacob Marley. Of Bob Cratchit and Tiny Tim. When the lights went out fifty-nine minutes later, Finny was thrust reluctantly back in the real world.

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