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Who are you, Archer? Part 4: Alone/First Blood

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((The explicit rating says it all. You have been warned))

 

 

June 30th, 2034  The Hunter Residence, near the area soon to be known as New Flagstaff   2:55 p.m.

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Echoes of Memory - 19

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((Written to 'Silent Lucidity' by Queensryche.))

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Echoes of Memory - 18

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((Written to 'The Hand That Feeds' by Nine Inch Nails.))

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Echoes of Memory - 17

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((Written to 'Killing In The Name Of' by Rage Against the Machine.))

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Counting Coup - 2

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[ Note: The Explicit tag is used for a reason. If you have any problems with descriptive sex and/or violence this plot line is not for you. This space also provides that no such explicit scenes are seen on the front page. ]

 

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Who are you, Archer? Part 3: City of Angels...and Devils.

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September 7th, 2156

Somewhere in the area formerly known as Los Angeles

 

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Echoes of Memory - 16

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((Written to 'Breathe' by the Prodigy.))

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Echoes of Memory - 15

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((Written to 'Believe' from the Run Lola Run Soundtrack.))

It is early afternoon, an unusually cool day that breezes through the house to send anything not weighed down rustling about. She is standing before a counter in what must have once been a kitchen, her lithe fingertips working at packing a shell casing to add to the hundreds already gathered in rows before her. Things are peaceful now and the delicate monotony of her task is half-meditative.

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Echoes of Memory - 14

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((Written to 'Change' by the Deftones.))

(This scene follows the dream in Echoes of Memory - 13)

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Who are you, Archer? Part 2: Captivity

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((Contains a bit of graphic content))

 

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Vorela's Ramblings - Sept 5

I finally got a chance to show Soya that cursed letter at the rally.  I felt bad as soon as I did, though, seeing her face harden again.  She was finally seeming like she might be letting a smile through the pain, and I went and killed it.  I just keep on telling myself that it was necessary.  I needed to know.  She needed to know, just in case.

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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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Mister Sandman

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This is like a dream, really. My senses are clouded in one regard since my return and not even this old Sheriff's eye can discern what makes such reaction swell in others.

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Before the Fall

 The view from the corner apartment was breathtaking. It was one of the things its occupant enjoyed, the view across the campus and downtown Boulder at night, the lights of civilization disappearing into the granite majesty of the Flatirons. The other thing he liked, of course, was the location; just across the street from the east campus of the University of Colorado and an easy 5 minute bicycle commute to the main campus on 28th Street. Boulder was a beautiful place on the evening of July 23rd, 2051.

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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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Delayed entry: Back at it.

I'm not quite sure what happened, and by now I'm not sure I care.  One minute I realize I made a mistake and am in trouble, the next I'm standing in a damned LifeNet center, and people are telling me I was gone for a month and a half. I'm very seriously done with this. There's all this ridiculous tech lying around, working half-assed, and a bunch of idiot Techs who think they understand it- and think this is the way of the future. If it is, count me out. There are plenty of places I can go and live out whatever is left to me without having to deal with the garbage we now call humanity.

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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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Growing Old

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I now suddenly feel my age and can no longer blame a sickness the doctors have long since assured me is completely under their thumb. Is it wrong not to believe them? They are trained in their professions as much as I am in mine, if not moreso but I cannot help but wonder. I cannot help but fear what life has in store for an old man like me. For Him to poison my mind and body as he did all those years since passed is beyond pride and idealism.

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Vorela's Ramblings

((I have a small journal thread going for Vorela on the Invicta forums, and thought I'd copy it here in case anyone wants to read and know a little more about her.))

 

(Friday, June 4)

If it wasn’t already obvious by the god-awful collar around my neck, I’m simply yet another clone that was shit out of a vat and dumped out into hell to do whatever it is they keep spitting us out to do.  Whether that’s being killed by raiders, killed by mutated creatures, or simply starving to death, the world obviously needs us for important things.

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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.))

My Journey: Entry 1

((A simple small journal with a worn looking leather cover.))

What I know so far…

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'Zero' Chance's Journal

(This Story is for Sabra who keeps pestering me for one. . . )


 

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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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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