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Echoes of Memory - 1


((Written to 'How You've Grown' by Natalie Merchant and the 10,000 Maniacs.))

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Echoes of Memory


Following will be brief glimpses of some of the wasteland adventures of one Druuna Czarra, as well as some of her thoughts and concerns about those wanderings shared in various ways that will hopefully seem appropriate to each particular post and the Fallen Earth setting over all. I like to write to music so some will be set to tunes I feel enhance the mood in some way and I'll provide a link if I can.

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Archer: Ghost of The Old World

"I don't know, Ethan. Something tells me that the shit is about to hit the fan."

-Tony Archer to Ethan Reynolds 1 year, 6 months, and 4 days before the Shiva Outbreak



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Robbie's Journal- Entry 3

Well, it was bound to happen again. I got into something a little over my head, and next thing I know I'm waking up in a damn LifeNet facility. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to have the ability to live after taking a hatchet to the skull, but that doesn't mean the memory of pain goes away. I have GOT to be more careful. I'm just not all that great at this sniper thing yet.

I traded my old reliable airgun for a shotgun, and I'm wondering if it was smart. I like the power this thing has, but only holding 2 shots makes me get out the pistol more. I can't hit anything with a pistol, so I can see this being trouble at some point.

Met another one of the Saints' people, a newer one like me, named Druuna- she seems to be a great girl. Thinks a lot like me so far, and has really made me stop and consider some things. Maybe I found someone to talk to and keep my head straight.

Journal of Nolan Mcdowell; Entry 1


Well la-dee-fuckin'-da. I just so happened to find a pen and paper over at the local medical office. This small camp has been my home for several years, you see. It's a place away from the factions that want to do harm and assert power, and it's somewhere to just...survive. There's no fighting, no conflict, and everyone here realizes the work of the group far outweights the work of an individual; even people that seem like they would quarrel get along long enough to make this place better for all of us. Not everything can come perfect, though; there was a raid recently from some scavengers prowling around the wasteland. I used some medical knowledge that my mother taught me before she passed to create some painkillers and bandages for those wounded, but I don't know enough about medicine to do any surgery yet. That's what our infirmary's for anyways, isn't it?

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Robbie's Journal- Entry 2

I haven't exactly been a writing force, have I?

Nothing much has changed. The world is what it is, wrecked and barren and full of people determined to put bleeding holes in other people.  And even as a clone, knowing that if the worst happened I'll pop right back out of a machine- it scares me sometimes. The near-immortality is not a bad thing, I don't think. I like living. I won't kid myself. But dying once is something to dread. Doing it over and over again is to be avoided entirely. It's no picnic.

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Robbie's Journal- Entry 1

I found a pen. Funny how there are all sorts of things lying around, just waiting to be picked up and used, but something as simple as a pen and decent paper is scarce. I guess we go back to the basics when pressed hard, and they were all snatched up and used long before Lifenet decided it wanted me active again. Which is another funny idea, how random that choice seems..but I won't think about it too hard. It isn't good for me.

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((this is just for the fun, I was musing some time ago out in the wastes getting some ambient chill time, and was watching a pack of Coyote in the distance when my mind sort of wndered into this story idea.))


I must record this, it makes me luagh now when I think on it.

I was hunkering down one evening out in the wastes, a few miles from any town or outpost. I built a fire under the shelter of a small tree on a low rise. I had tied my food up in the tree with a rope pegged at the base and was just stokeing up my fire ready to get into my bedroll.

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Damaged goods.


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The life of the Widd


The Musings of Miss Dustyne Rush


The safehouse Dustyne had been taken to was quite, when she woke up Wolf and Blue had fallen asleep. As she sat up from her resting place on the tile floor she shivered, her clothes still damp from the shower she had taken, tossing them on rather than use something to dry off with. As she tiptoed down the stairs she slipped her duster on, making her way down to the garage. Knowing her owners canter, Old Bestie lifted her head, whinnying as she stood. "I'll getcha fed when we getta New Flagstaff kay boo?

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John Rose Audio Diary ( planned for the V 1.0 John Rose, not to be considered Canon )

You come across some audio tapes, you either bought em, stole em... maybe even found em, if found, they were found out in the open as if someone wanted them found.  You press play on the recorder ...

Entry #1

*The voice of a youngish european man is heard, he speaks in what you think is Russian for a bit then speaks english*

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Henerkin's Road Logboook


((This is going to be Henerkin's background and log book. This is gonna be pretty chaotic, sometimes in third person, sometimes in first person and some post might appear in between other posts on the way, as I remember things that I want to put in here. So fasten your seat belt, hang on tight, cause I break for no one.  PS: I know, my English sucks, but at least I try :P))

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Desert Masquerade

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The Diary of Junkjack Jones.

Where do I begin? I ask myself.

I'm feeling a deep urge to write down my thoughts, if these meanderings of mine can be called that. Guess I will start at the beginning then jump around some, much as my head does. See if it makes sense, or not, as the world does to me right now.....or not!

First off, if your reading this then maybe, just maybe it will resonate some in your skull too. If not well, you can have a laugh on Old Junkjack's plight.

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Welcome to the group page of the Invicta Motorcycle Club: Grand Canyon Province Chapter!  We are a CHOTA-focused clan that allows any factions except those oppressive Enforcers!

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Ivy's Lab (Like Fermi Lab but on a much lower budget and it focuses on biology not physics)


//Ok so a qualification, the "science" in these posts is not intended to be accurate representation of any actual sciences. I figured given my knowledge of the hard sciences that it would be for the best to merely use soft science fiction and it would be more in the spirit of the character. //

*Howl-like roars are heard from gorillas in massive amount of pain, others lay dying, Bears, and Cougars are also in various stages of suffering. There is a tarped area that is oddly silent except for the occasional bumping against metal bars of flesh.

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Saints Incorporated


Welcome to the Saints, Incorporated Information Database

Established 2153


1. Mission Statement

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Hózhóojí - The Blessingway


((The information here is strictly ooc and not to be used icly unless express permission is asked. I write so that I can remember what's going on, and so that others might enjoy it as well. This thread alone will be updated with stories, and occasionally images, as to keep the boards clutter free from individual posts. I appreciate the thoughts and comments, but if you could make them in another post or pm them to me, that would be great. I hope you enjoy a sneak peek into this new character's head.))

First Entry In a While.


((Forgive the writing style here, this would be my first 'log' style post regarding this character and Im sure wherre it wont be the last, some folks will not necessarily appreciate the style and manner in which it is written, remember it is written from the views of my character, and as such will be written how he wrote it, not necessarily for the joy of the reader, though I can only hope that you take some joy in reading it!))


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