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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.”

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"'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)

 

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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.'

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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.

 

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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

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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)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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.

Hyle Troy's picture

Diametrics.

 

 

“Guhhhh…!”

 

Sunday Morning. Hyle was half asleep, feeling the after effect of another great party. It was the sound of a motor outside and men calling instructions outside that woke her. She wondered what the noise was.

 

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A Christmas Ghost Story... well sort of. (part 1)

Boredom, is not something kids in the New Flagstaff Orphanage generally suffer from. Staff there know that bored kids get into mischief nine times out of ten. So, if you have nothing to do then the staff will find you something, usually involving a scrubbing brush and a pail of water. Consequently, the kids tended not to hang around the orphanage during their free time.

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Outward, the Circles Grow. [7]

 

Kirsten paced back and forth.

At the window to Joe’s study she once again pushed the curtain to one side and looked down the street. Nothing. Well, no red Interceptor, just the usual comings and goings of neighbours and the odd tradesman. She went back and sat bolt upright on one of Joe’s chesterfields. For about two minutes, before pacing yet again to the window for another look.

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Outward, the Circles Grow. [6]

 

Dwight Frye paused for a moment outside the door of The Ranyhyn Company office. His mind was still full of the image of the wasted form of Miss Berg. He had not actually entered the office since before Hanne got shot. All the while he had been in the building with Fischer he had remained in the cellar. He reached into his pocket and took out the keypad with which he disarmed the security system. He put the key into the lock and turned it. Immediately he became suspicious.

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Outward, the Circles Grow. [5]

 

Silja just stood, closer to the door than the bed. One minute went by, then the second minute. Tuki stood and watched her friend, waiting for an emotional reaction which did not appear. She filled the silence with an outline of what treatment they had given Hanne since she was admitted. Still Silja stood motionless emotionless. Tuki’s description tailed off into silence, she paused before putting her hand on Silja’s shoulder.

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Outward, the Circles Grow. [4]

 

Officer Kopkage tapped on the door and pushed it open. The office was bright, not as big as he had expected but still well appointed, functional. The furnishings were simple, to one side a row of filing cabinets stood to attention and to the other, a comfortable sofa took pride of place next to a large window which looked out onto a low stone veranda.

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Outward, the Circles Grow. [3]

 

Silja was not driving fast. Not at all. The red Inty grumbled its way along the road to Hope Springs, an unwilling foot hardly touching the throttle. One by one the kilometres crawled by, Silja sat tight lipped, the one hand on the steering wheel showed pale knuckles. She didn’t want to be making this trip but Kirsten had insisted, even giving her the day off to do so. ‘She is your sister after all, Silja.’

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Joe Spivey – Old School

Joe was watching Kirsten playing with Annie when the call he had been waiting for came in. He had been in a foul mood all evening. Kirsten had noticed it, of course, and had tried to find out what was bothering him but, for once, Joe was having none of it. A brief shake of the head and a change of subject was his only response. Kirsten let it drop and tried to keep the evening cheerful.

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Outward, the Circles Grow. [2]

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Nurse Maisie was just finishing fastening a loose cardigan on Hanne as Dwight and Dr. Troy entered the room. Dwight was initially surprised to see Hanne sitting upright ina wheelchair beside the bed. The last time he saw her she was attached to machines and monitors. The several wires and tubes keeping life going while the medics fought to save her.

 

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Outward, the Circles Grow. [1]

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Dwight Frye took one final peek over the truncated edge of the bridge then turned away. Walking calmly back to his car he removed his blue serge overall, folded it neatly and placed it in the boot on top of the remnants of the roll of Duct Tape.

 

Joe Spivey's picture

Halloween Fantasy (part 70)

Bodil was looking at the picture of the old man, nodding her head.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 69)

Bodil and Dr Awolowo spoke together.

“Boat?”

“What Boat?”

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Halloween Fantasy (part 68)

Victor eventually tracked down Ranger Hancock at his desk in the ranger headquarters where he was finishing off his own report for Sergeant Glasser. Pleasantries were exchanged in the form of a reciprocal ‘hey’ then Victor opened up his notebook on Hancock’s desk.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 67)

Everyone around the table looked at the image on Dr Awolowo’s notebook screen. The vivid picture of the turreted edifice deliberately posed against the vivid, violent red and orange brush strokes of the sky drew appreciative murmurs.

Bodil looked up from the picture.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 66)

Harry Awolowo and Ranger Hancock had set out the previous morning, hours before the main expedition to the underground stations. There were several Gu-Nar settlements all along the banks of the vastly swollen river Thames but Dr Awolowo wanted to go to the Gu-Nar main settlement and spiritual centre, Emrites.

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Blood and Steel pt 4

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As far as days were, Jeassiah found so far that today had not been too bad. Well aside from the fact that two morons would have tried to kill and rob her today she after she discovered the wreck of a car in the deep woods. She was supposed to be going to Diesel Town, but plans change she mused. The car wreckage as a whole would keep her busy for a few days while she picked it apart for the still usable parts she needed for the Garage in Hope Springs.

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