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Drua's Recordings 1: Outward Bound

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((Might as well start this now, knowing me I'm going to make a ton of these whenever I get bored! This is Drua's personal journal kept on a tape recorder in her bag, pretty much like any other IC journal here it's OOC unless somehow she lets you hear it or what have you. Comments more then welcome, pretty much anything but 'oh man you suck stop writing now you failure' is helpful!))

 

Fourth Transmission, By Dayna Mott

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<Another handheld playback device? This woman sure knows how to lose her equipment. The thing has a large play button. As soon as it is pressed The woman appears on the screen, this time she is wearing a Beret, Safety Goggles, A jacket with some plates for armor protecting her chest, mostly her bust, Black slacks, and black shoes As well as some black rubber gloves. The weapons she wore where simple; two 9mm berettas and a sharp ended palisade on the floor. The background is that of a dark steel laboratory like those found in the wastelands.

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Welcome to the Families - A Reflection

 

 

Dingy motel room, Credit Bend, Sector 2

6:40PM

 

Third Transmission, By Dayna Mott

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<You come upon an old video device with its own screen and battery power. you hit the huge play button and the screen comes to life, in the video was a woman with no hair n her head, dark eyes, and markings along her face, she was wearing a brown duster with black cowboy pants. She had a large gash on her left eye from some accident.>


This is Dayna Mott, I am here to report that the mutant breeding was unsucessful and project was terminated, due to recent events i have decided to go the militaristic route of my research..


This includes shielding, advanced biological weaponry, advanced armor designs, and genetic mutations.


I would like all techs who recieve this transmission, to join me in the R&D of certain weepons that challenge even the morality of combat.

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Echoes of Memory - 4

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((Written to 'Timebomb' by Beck.))

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Echoes of Memory - 3

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((Written to 'I Could Die For You' by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.))

She triumphantly tugs a makeshift wrench from the assortment of cobbled tools she's been sifting through, satisfaction evident on her grease-smudged features as she flits away from the countertop to glance down at the seemingly haphazard arrangement of schematics draped over a nearby table.

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Human League Dossier: Mikayla Vay

>>-----------------------------------------------------------------------

>>Welcome to the Clone Surveillance Database, version 5.1.4

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>>Enter Command String

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>>07112157:2034

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>>Loading File…

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Second Transmission, by Dayna Mott.

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<You come across another video recording, possibly of the same maker. You press the huge PLAY button. and the screen flickers and comes to life.>


<Infront of the screen was the head of a hairless tanned woman with dark eyes.>


My research was fruitless..I tried to see if i could lower a pararie chicken's mating relativity by injecting dehormones, an invention of MY making.


The end result was the round bloated pararie chicken deflated....dissecting the deflated chicken i noticed the dehormones attacked the cellular structure and the bone densities of the said chicken. I retained samples of the deflated chicken in my lab currently. I hope to use another test subject, as well as a controller this time. I hope for the best.

First Journal Entry, by Dayna, recieving transmission.

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<Coming onto this transmission, it seems to be powered by a set of batteries. It has its own screen, with a couple buttons. the only big one on it was a huge "PLAY" button. soo simple even a CHOTA can do it.>

Wandering pt 1 (Journal of Aidan Wolfe)

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((This is not a written journal, more of a what has happened to this point for people to get to know Aidan, at least for you in an OOC way. Any of this may or may not come out should you end up RPing with him. He's not a writing type, but he is a reflective type at times and so these are his thoughts and a mix of events basically.))

What ever happened to the old ways?

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What ever happened to the old ways?

The Ball-peen hammer hit the knuckle on the man's hand with a sickening crunch. The scream that followed was something from the throat of a dying animal. Sal took a step back while the man who just had his knuckle crushed tried to jerk himself free from the chair he was tied hard on to. The ropes strained by the thrashing of the pain stricken man - but they held.

Hello Darkness my old Friend.

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((The following is the beginning of a rather intensive storyline.  If anyone wishes to be included in this story, aside from those I plan on including, please contact me and we'll figure something out. ))

 

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Burning Off the Leeches

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The removal of a leech is quite simple. However, the leeches that Archer is dealing with, will require more than a lit cigar or flame to remove...

((Please note that these are NOT the Leeches of Invicta even though IC Archer thinks they are. Everything will be explained in another post))

 

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GlobalTech Skunkworks - Test Clone 6901096 - Data Acquisition Initiated

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{Somewhere in the remote desert deep within what appears to be a long abandoned GlobalTech facility, a waiting terminal powers up}


 

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Broken Memories

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Echoes of Memory - 2

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((Written to 'If You Tolerate This' by the Manic Street Preachers.))

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Echoes of Memory - 1

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

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Echoes of Memory

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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

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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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Coyote

((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

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The Musings of Miss Dustyne Rush

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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 ...

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*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

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((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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