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A Shot In The Dark [4]



The thing about a long car journey is that it provides plenty of time to mull things over in the mind.

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A Shot In The Dark [3]



Silja sat tight lipped in the passenger seat of Joe’s van. She could see Joe’s knuckles showing white even against his pallid skin. She listened to him breathing through his nose, it was slow, regular, but through his nose, audible above the rumble of the van and the odd crashed gear change. Silja rubbed at the chafing left on her wrists by several applications of handcuffs. She was not looking forward to arriving at Chez- Spivey, not one bit.

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Who would you like to see as the main co host for Horizon Radio once it's back up and running?

Reaver Verren
44% (4 votes)
Danny McKillop
22% (2 votes)
Jack Kentz
11% (1 vote)
The Mysterious Benefactor
0% (0 votes)
22% (2 votes)
Total votes: 9
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A Familiar Voice....

Those who would tune into the old Horizon Radio Frequency would hear this message played on a loop...



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A Shot In The Dark [2]


 The three police officers knowledge of Icelandic expletives was expanding exponentially as they hauled Silja out of the van and into the Police Station. The tirade only intensified as they shut the iron door to the cell.

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Blood, Fuel and Steel

Jeassiah was working in the garage at Hope Springs, before her the burned out wreckage of her car she'd driven for so long. She sighed as she surveys the destruction heaped upon the anceint car, the tools she had available, and the small ssortment of parts she'd been able to collect so far.

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A Shot In The Dark [1] A continuation of 'Siblings'



Kirsten’s morning was not going well.


She had started the day in a benevolent mood. Yesterday had been Silja’s day off and she had decided to let Silja sleep late. Silja had come home late and had probably had a nice evening with her friends so Kirsten had seen to breakfast.


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Dark Fire, a song and dance.


"Gray was all that I could see,
Frozen all I'd ever be,
Until I saw your spark of witching light."

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Dusty Journal, Page Four

Dear Journal,

Its been a few weeks since I held this book, much less time to write actually.

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Trickster on the Pavement


/https://youtu.be/nv9RcYhWb1o see uuu BLAYZE before early dust ..........

I am yours, otherwise it escapes and
wipes us into death. Sing, burn
Sun, don’t die, sing, turn and
born, to turn and into Nothing is
never. The gone creates sense - or
not died have they and when
and when dead - they are not.

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Halloween 2017

There will be an unofficial Halloween event on 31 October 2017 at 2030 EST. Meet near the BOS statue in Embry. There will be a costume contest as well as Trick or Treating.


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Siblings [4]


Poppa will be so pleased to have you home?’


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Siblings [3]


Hvað í fjandanum er þetta kjaftæði!”


Hanne barely suppressed her truimph, she knew she had her sister on the ropes. Silja was now breathing deeply, open mouthed, not through her nose. Her defiance instantly had been replaced by a wild panic. Hanne always hated not being in control, and she could see her sister was not much different in that respect.

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Siblings [2]



When the doors opened again Silja pressed herself against the bulkhead like a cornered cat, she hissed like one also. She had had time to think. She reasoned that Dwight was under orders not to harm her, but she didn’t trust the lumbering hulk, she was unsure if a bid for freedom was worth the risk.


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Scheiße !”


Meike cursed as her shot was nothing like that which she had planned. Silja laughed mockingly.


You have a touch like a train crash !”


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After the Party

I awoke to a quite place, warm and for many would be soothing. To me that is a trap waiting to happen. My senses sharpened and took stock of my surroundings. And as usual when I awaken in a situation like this, I find myself annoyed with Her yet again. She always seems to have a lack of self preservation these last few weeks, the few times I have had the need to awaken and protect her from herself as it were.

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Dusty Journal, Page Three


Dear Journal,

That cliche again. As usual, it fits. Wonder when I'll stop that? For now, maybe not since it works, right?
To say that I was excited to wake up on saturday is an understatement. It was party day, and not just any party, but at the famous Waffle Hus of Hope Springs. I remember well enough about the party, that Hyle is the woman in charge, its her baby and she revels in it to the fullest, at least, thats what I can remember. This will be the first one I can remember attending in a very long time.

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Service in action and of the Heart


Jeassiah looked in the small mirror of the bathroom and took a deep breath, it had been a very long time indeed for her to simply let go like this, to let the kind of person she was originally trained to be to have free reign. More importantly, she wanted to see for herself if she still had that touch. She snorts softly, of course she had it still, it was too deeply in her sould to ever truely be gone and she knew it.

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Faded Memories.

I have a few memories, of long ago in a place called Hope.
I have lived, I have loved, I have cried and I had died....I think.
So much time has passed, I know some names of people I barely remember, faces that are hidden from memory.
I know some faces of others, whom their names now have faded and remain elusive, apart from my memory.
I know I cared a great deal for someone, some one my heart aches for...I can only hope I am remembered and...I dont know, maybe forgiven, though its hard to remember why.

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A Meeting of Minds, part 2




A punishment?!”


Reavy pushed herself away from the bench.


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Dusty Journal Page 2

Dear Journal,

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The Wild Life of New Flagstaff

‘There are!’
‘No, only orange and black’
‘You are wrong!’ the little girl said to her mother as they walked along the street in New Flagstaff. ‘I have seen one.’
‘You have never seen one,’ the mother said shaking her head. ‘Only pictures in the books.’
‘I have,’ the little girl said with much exasperation.’
The mother smiled ‘Really? White with purple stripes?’
‘Yes!’ the little girl said wondering if her mother now believed her.

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Gunman (part 6)

Many Years Ago.

Even having slept in a derelict, roofless house that night, Baka woke up the following morning in a good mood.

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A Meeting of Minds, of Times



Hyle told me you are a soldier.”


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A Dusty Journal

Dear Jornal,

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Gunman (part 5)

Present Day

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Gunman (part 4)

Lost Bride’s ‘Orphans’ event went on into the following day. Now that word had gotten around via the grapevine, there was actually a queue waiting when Lost opened up the following morning. Urgent calls went out for more donations and the subsequent steady arrival throughout the day of cars with boxes to unload just managed to keep up with the new demand. By the time they shut up shop again, just before sunset, everyone involved was exhausted.

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New project

Hi everyone,

I just wanted to share my new project that I'm working on for the past 3 weeks. It's a cyberpunk-themed visual novel! I had to learn some basic programming and 3D posing program (a big thank you to Joe for helping me out!!!).

The finished game will be available for free for everyone on these forums as soon as the game is complete (I hope by the end of next month).

And by the end of this month there will be a playable demo for everyone interested. The reason I am putting out the demo is not bug hunting, but feedback about the artwork and storyline.

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Jeassiah Black

For Joe, the curent image I found and choose to use for forum and journal entry writing.

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For those who remember Rowdy Warpath

I haven't post here for ages, and I'm not coming for good news. 

Rowdy has passed away, less than 2 weeks ago.





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