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 Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 5:43 pm
Pacific OceanPrimary Race: None Places of Significance: Population Size: 1200 Information: Few ships still exist, and even fewer are sea worthy. But there are still some, and some people who have them believe it is safer to live out at sea than on the mainland. Picture:
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 3:19 am
For now it sleeps. The thing feels little but remembers so much. The taste of warm meat. the color of the blood. how the small pink things hid in corners whispering to the air above them for something.
The thing had been full for a long time and slept well, but it was hungry again. The cold blood scaled creatures where it rested on the oceans floor didn't taste good. not as good at the pink things did. It needed more.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 3:34 am
It rises from the water and starts towards the nearest smell of the pink things. They always smell so bad. Maybe it's because the poop where they live. Silly cattle at least they taste good.
After an hour of swimming it finds them. As usual they are crowded on some floating hulk. They can't even swim yet here they are on the water. food is so dumb and weak. The hungry one leaps from the water and beheads the food that is walking in a line back and fort with one of the pain sticks. As it crunches the skull and sucks down the dumb cattle's think meat it can help but think of how much it hates the pain sticks. That the meat should have a thing that can hit it from afar and do such damage is insulting.
hoping to forget the though of pain sticks the hunter sneaks into the rutting ground of the pink things and snags one of the little ones. Its soft head cracking in the hunters jaws is pure bliss. So interested is the creature in its meal that the pain stick noise takes it by surprise.
PAIN PAin pain ...pain every where . water on the head. Sleep. deep go deep. escape the pain. find the bottom.
(SWK this character is my NPC Ego in a bit of an opening act. anyone that want to see the next part head over to paradise.)
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 1:49 pm
As the sun rose over the horizon it illuminated the fog that had settled over the ocean. It was a beautiful morning, Milliardo took a deep breath of the fresh morning air as he held onto the rail of the flight deck of the Charles de Gualle. The ship had arrived only last night and now they were preparing for scouts to fly over what was formerly California in search of... well even Milliardo was not sure what. His mission was just to take pictures, the Intelligence Officers would know what to look for. Also they were looking to see how bad things were in this part of the world, search for possible allies, and possible enemies. They had brought with them a powerful military force, but they were far from any reinforcements and for the time being they were completely alone.
"Colonel," a flight deck attendant called to Milliardo. "Sir, your plane is ready for take off."
Milliardo took one more deep breath of fresh air then he pushed off of the rail and strode over to his plane and jumped inside.
He then went through a system's check, the altitude gauge was acting up again, for some reason the mechanics could not fix it, but Milliardo had learned to deal with by now. When the check was done he started up his plane's engine and and he felt the launching catapult latch onto his plane. Then he fired the engine and his plane was launched off the deck of the carrier and into the morning fog. Milliardo broke the fog layer in seconds and then he flew above it and looked at the beautiful sunrise over the California coast. Then after a moment of basking in the sun he banked his plane right and headed towards the coast line to scout around.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 5:29 pm
After a month at sea, transmitting himself from ship to abandoned ship, Deniantah finally found a small rowboat, with a single living survivor.
A cat.
Deniantah, inhabiting a barely-functional radio, moved into the cat's mind, to see what had happened. It seems that the owner of the boat had drawn the attention of a shark, and had fallen overboard when he attempted to kill it. The cat had no idea what had happened after that, as cats cannot see the colour red, and so the cat did not see it's owner's fluorescent blood sitting on top of the sea.
Deniantah moved from the cat into the boat's backup motor, and although it was rusty, Deniantah was pretty sure that he could get it working again.
After half an hour, tweaking small parts of the engine, it finally roared into life, as Deniantah moved back into the radio, and the little boat slowly made it's way back land.
(Does anyone want to find the boat? I promise not to kill you... smile )
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 9:32 am
(Hmm, you could go to the thread "Paradise" there is a coastal community there where a lot of stuff is happening/is about to happen. Your character could land ashore and be found there.)
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 11:02 am
(Sounds like a plan smile )
After another large length of time drifting off towards land, Deniantah moved from the motor into the radio. He hoped that anyone who found the boat would be more likely to take the radio than the old, rusty motor mounted on the back.
As the land came closer, he noticed that he was drifting towards a beach, littered with the wrecks of other boats, and the bodies of those unlucky enough to have been inside them when the nukes went off.
(Land in Paradise.)
(Cat's P.O.V.)
A Something moved into the noisy box a while ago, and then into my head. It just looked around, and then it moved into the spinny box. Now we're going to the big thing where all the food is. Then, the Something moved back into the noisy box. I wonder if Something could see my in my head if I didn't have these shiny things. Oh well. If the Something is like the other Somethings that give me food, then it would be a good idea to follow it, because it will give me food.
(I know, this is probably nothing like a cat's mind. But I need a reason to move into the cat, and that would be the computer chips attached to it's skull. Hmm, they could also explain why it thinks like it does. Does this make sense?)
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