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The Flames of the Mad Familiar
"Away below!"
Several voices shouted before a small, wooden life boat dropped out from below the wooden airship. Falling only a few feet, the lifeboat, containing several terrified civilians, began to float down to the relative safety of Newport as soon as its steam engine kicked into service. Meanwhile, a young man on the airship above stared down at the lifeboat. 
All the man could think of as his eyes remained fixed on the lifeboat was how he envied to be on one of them. Having only been a first mate for the Mad Familiar for about a year and half, he thought himself too young to be on board the Mad Familiar's last flight. He longed to be in a formal lieutenant uniform to replace his current brown and black gunner's uniform. Steamed every week, his uniform always appeared clean, emphasizing his rank and his devotion to the job. He only wished he'd die in a higher rank uniform.
"Deckard, duck!" 
The man spun on his heels and threw himself onto the deck in time for a cannonba
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Literature
The Business of War
The Factions
June 3, 2067
Wednesday, 1:57 pm
Trent Street, New Olympia
"Hello Mr. Terry." 
Strix said, smiling with as much pretense as possible.
Mr. Adam Terry stood at his door, staring at the two men adorned in uniform coats. He had hoped he was clear from their suspicions. 
"I know who you are, and I know what you do to people." said Mr. Terry.
Before Mr. Terry continued, Raymond Atlas raised his hand, silently ordering the man to stop.
"We are not here to kill you or torture you, Mr. Terry." Strix continued.
"Oh...you aren't?" he sighed.
"Of course not. Would you be so kind as to let us in? We're a bit tired and we'd like to sit." 
"Yes. Yes of course, come right in." Mr. Terry swung the door wide open, stepping to the side. 
The two men smiled and stepped inside, while Mr. Terry looked about outside. Where was he?
"So." Strix said as he seated himself at the dining table. Atlas stood behind Strix, his gloved hands crossed in front of him.
"You two gentlemen wo
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Literature
The Seven Ages of Man
 "All the world’s a stage,
        And all the men and women merely players;
        They have their exits and their entrances,
        And one man in his time plays many parts,                       
       His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
        Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
        And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
        And shining morning face, creeping like snail
        Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,  
      Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
        Made to his mistre
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Literature
Unit Classified Part 1
Unit Classified
Region: Coast of the Gulf Of California, New Olympia.
Faction: Special Situations Response Detachment Alpha.
Date: February 19, 2059
Co-Authored with: HomestuckIsShit
Day 1
    “Hello, my name is Lieutenant Raymond Atlas, New Olympian Navy, 33rd Underwater Demolition Brigade. I’m here for the selections.”
    An average looking man of tan complexion and fit physique carrying a load of heavy-looking duffel bags and wearing a backpack filled with clothes and supplies stood in front of a man, who wore his hair long and dressed in unpatched fatigues, seated at a desk in a drab white concrete room.
    A month ago Raymond received a letter telling him that he would be selected for a new kind of first-tier special forces group that was addressed as “Special Situations Response Detachment Alpha”. After he signed the contract he spent the next month going through physical and psycho
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Literature
Unit Classified Part 2
Unit Classified
Region: Coast of the Gulf Of California, New Olympia.
Faction: Special Situations Response Detachment Alpha.
Date: March 11th, 2059
Co-Authored with: HomestuckIsShit
Day 7: Hell Week.
    Every day was hell week. The trainees were becoming used to a form of living that they had never known existed. It had been twenty days of insanity that only intensified by the hour and to survive each applicant had to become accustomed to insanity. The PT sessions had grown more intense after Day 2, and 160 more of the trainees had dropped out due to the sheer ferocity of the Cadre and their regimen. It became clear that if trainees did not learn to tune out physical discomfort they would not make the cut.
    So far they had made them run 4 miles each day with a 120 pound pack, do pushups in the mud, and do any form of work in the most brutal conditions the Cadre could think of, including having live ammunition fired near them, climbing ten sto
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Literature
Cheers, Darlin'
"I'll love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep."
She smiled and blushed at his comment. "And I won't ever stop loving you."
At this they leaned in and kissed, her face cupped in his hands, and her hands on his. The Christmas lights that streamed across the buildings and streetlights shadowed the night with their colorful gleams. To him, the lights only illuminated her adorable face. She was his everything, and that's all that mattered. The people of New Emporia, the sounds of its busy city life, and now even the Christmas lights did not matter. The world seemed to revolve around him and her. They were on top of it all. They were in love, so who cared? Nothing else mattered. All they needed was each other. 
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Can I talk to you?
Sure, what's going on?
Let's meet in person, please. 
Oh, okay. I'll be at our bench. 
Okay, I'll be there in a bit.
He sat there, a cup of hot cocoa in his hand. He remembered she wanted exactly six marshmallows. Looking around fo
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Literature
Aedepex
The Factions
December 23, 2066
Tuesday, 11:54 am
High Councilium, New Olympia
"There's a new organization?"
"Yes, Nate."
Strix was standing in front of his new squad, which had been put in effect around a month ago. Despite their impeccable performances in the line of duty, they still had much to learn from him. He wasn't satisfied with them yet.
"They're called the Aedepex." Strix continues, turning away from Sergeant Nathaniel Khojasteh.
"Don't ask me what the name means, it's something religious that I don't care much about. To get straight to the point though, they're dedicated to practically wiping out the magic users and irregulars. The Moderators, a group that originated in Oasis, defected to New Olympia, and it was converted to the Aedepex. One of my friends, Aclimus, is within it." 
"Anything else?" A few of his squad asks.
Strix inhales from his cigarette, "Their ranks are rather odd. No real sort of...rank. They just have their jobs, division leaders, and the leader nam
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Literature
Get out.
The Dominoes Fall
November 14, 2066
Friday, 3:56 pm
Sparrow Division HQ, New Olympia
No smoking please!
Strix releases a mist of smoke from his lungs. He immediately places the freshly lit cigarette back to his lips, and inhales another puff of smoky satisfaction. Strix sits comfortably in a leather-cushioned chair near the door to the office. His office? No, it was his boss' office. In front of him was his boss, Sheriff Dolan, who was looking rather irritated as the 'No smoking' sign hung on the wall behind him. However, knowing Strix would never put that 'stick of cancer' down, Dolan coughs, clears his throat, and begins to speak to Strix about the topic at hand:
"So, Strix, you've been here for a couple months now. How's everything? The station, the officers?"
Strix quietly looks at the sheriff, and smiles like salt. He replies:
"The streets need to be cleaned."
"I agree-" The sheriff starts.
"I don't think you do, sheriff," Strix interrupts. "When I say 'streets', I don't ju
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Literature
Emrys Kilalurak, The Hunter
“What did he do?”


“He betrayed the tribe, Emrys. The Tomorrow Kings exiled him with permission from the Tribunal. Hence, the mask covering his face. It is to signify shame.”


“I know. So he is exiled. Problem solved. I do not see why I am here, Malina.”
The woman turns her gaze towards the man lying on his stomach. Donned with a fur-lined leather coat with a removable hood and other thick clothing, He was staring through the pair of white binoculars, which was already being covered with a blanket of snow. The inside of his coat was sheepskin. She’d worn it before when she was cold, like she is now. She scoffs with jealousy, and returns her attention to the walking figure ahead.


“We do not call you ‘The Hunter’ without a reason.” She replies soon after.


“I am known as ‘The Hunter’ merely because I am adapted t
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Literature
Red
The Dominoes Fall
August 24, 2066
Sunday, 2:24 pm [Past]
Unknown Area 
        There was absolutely no need for the opulent-designed hallway interior. Symbols of the corporation were embedded in the red curtains that hung from somewhere near the high ceiling. Windows followed ever so often between each curtain, allowing sunlight to blast through with its refreshing and radiant glow. Red-colored carpet covered the marble floor, which was layered on each of the seven floors of the complex. There was no hallway or room to walk into without seeing a guard, who dressed in black and red armor pieces, remained as still as the walls themselves, and only rose their hand to their forehead upon seeing someone of a higher stature.
        Such scenery of military and fashion was already behind the masked man, who had turned away from the bright-red curtains, bathed in the warm sunlight which shone from the windows, and watched as each gua
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Literature
The Scarf, the Master Chef, and the Pear
Mr. Cornelius Strand was a luxurious and fat scarf made out of sheep's wool, but more specifically the wool of Señora Lamb Chops, who was diced, seasoned, and boiled by Carolyn the Master Chef of Swan Swan Castle. Carolyn would have Mr. Cornelius Strand with her at all times, for they were lovely companions. However, one day, not far from the Swan Swan Castle, an evil alien species known as the Randodorans invaded the castle. Their fearless leader, Randodora Tammy or better known as Randymort, was soon to be called Randymort the Frightened upon seeing the master chef Carolyn chop the Randodorans up. Even his lack of a nose, fingerprints, and toeprints could not help the poor Randymort. But little did Master Chef Carolyn and plump Mr. Cornelius Strand know that the Randodorans had distant cousins called the Moododorans. The fierce Moododoran leader known as Moododora Mufien had heard about his cousin’s culinary death, and swore to inflict revenge on the so called Master Chef
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Literature
I Suggest You Bow
Author's Note
Decided to make a sort of new plot, and this is the preview for it. Don't think I will be collaborating with anyone (and I'm still thinking if I should use anyone else's characters besides my own in this). This plot is mainly about Sinis getting corrupted since he discovered that a close friend of his, who is part of his race, survived and is now on Earth.
Random: Truth be told, I dislike practically all my characters. I can really only like a few, but most of the characters I own are pretty...eh. Either it's the way I wrote them up, or the way they developed, I just don't like them. For example, Sinis. A lot of people like/used to like Sinis, including myself, but the more I write him, the more he develops, the more I start to dislike him. I have tried killing him off before, but it would ruin the plot, so I usually have to bring him back or say it's non-canon. 

This is just a heads-up and an explanation in case my writing starts to get a lot more h
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N.T.B
A single black Buffalo leather Chelsea boot steps onto the cool yellow desert floor. The rough dirt crackles underneath the weight of the boot and its owner. Soon, another boot follows its brother, stepping off the metal steps of a barely working jeep and onto the dirt-riddled ground. The owner of the boots begins to walk forward, his open, charcoal Yarmouth 112 centimeter trench coat waving slightly in the soft breeze. The classic fit raglan trench coat's broadly cut chest and raglan sleeves created a relaxed fit for the figure, who often moved around and needed to move quickly. The fabric of the coat, cotton gabardine, was renowned for its strength, lightness and durability, while the closely woven yarn protected against wind and rain, while being light and breathable. The heritage features retained the iconic trench coat silhouette, giving the man a radiation of mystery to his figure. As the man raises his hands behind his head, it could be clearly seen that the coat has double blac
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Literature
That Fishy Smell
Ancient Mariner
May 8, 2062
Thursday, 5:26 pm
Oasis 
Lucas awakens, his body immediately reacting with an undelightful seizure. Since Lucas was 7'9", the hospital staff had to lay him on two hospital beds. Now, seven doctors and three nurses hold him down, his limbs forcing their way out of the hospital staffs' grips. Lucas screams in agony, his voice echoing throughout the entire floor. He wasn't the only one, however. The explosion on the bridge had brought thirty-two deaths in Oasis, with thirty-six critically injured. The injured patients were either screaming in pain or resting in their bed, soon to awaken and greeted with shock.
Lucas' limbs were eventually restrained with Velcro and cloth straps. He screams again, his wounds pressing more blood against his constantly-changed bandages. Other doctors continue to hold Lucas down as a nurse inserts a similar anesthetic (Ketamine) into his body. It wasn't long before Lucas' yells die down, and the hospital staff were able to rel
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Six Words For the Frightened
Don't run from, but run to.
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Literature
Let Us Not Mourn
Ancient Mariner
May 12, 2062
Monday, 2:28 pm
Oasis 
A man stands upon the roof of the highest building in Oasis: Sinisadel. Little was it not, for it was not the tallest building in the City of Angels, but also the mark and symbol of Oasis. Its unique features stood for Oasis' hope, glory, and protection. Sinisadel's creator was no ordinary man, however. He was not from Earth, nor was he from any other planet. He was from time itself, from whose born, no traveler returns. Though it was marked that he was one of the most powerful beings in all of creation, he chose not to let that corrupt him, but use it for good deeds. One of those tasks he assigned himself to was the construction of Sinisadel. He wanted it to spread hope. He wanted it to give a symbol, a meaning, a...
Message. A message to all, good and bad, was not to be taken lightly. The man knew this. He himself did not want to contradict his own statements and actions, whilst going against his friends. He had, at one point i
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Soul is freedom.
Love is power.
Hope is love.
Dreams are revolutions…

I am a person. People were made to be loved. Things were made to be used. The reason why the world is in chaos is because people are being used and things are being loved.

But I am me. Just because someone doesn't like who I am, doesn't mean I should sacrifice myself. Sometimes I think I want to disappear, but really, I just want to be found. In solitude, we are least alone. Maybe it's not always about trying to fix something that broke. Maybe it's about starting over and creating something better. But I was born with flaws. Who isn't? I'd like to see someone give me an honest and serious answer on that. Just be who you are around people. Speak the truth, even if your voice hurts.

Love is what makes you smile when you're tired. Love is when someone says your name, the way they say it, it makes you feel as if your name is safe in their mouth. Your heart belongs to someone you have yet to meet. Don't give up in love because there is always someone that loves you. Even if it's not the person you were hoping for. You are more important than you realize. You were born because you are going to be important to someone. You deserve to be with somebody that makes you happy, somebody who won't complicate your life and somebody who won't hurt you. But remember, when you say "I love you", it means that you're promising someone else's heart. Try to honor it.

The happiest people don't have the best of things; they make the best of things. I don't believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of feeling alive. Everybody wants happiness, no one wants pain. But you can't have a rainbow without a little rain. And pain makes people change. You need a reason to be sad, not a reason to be happy.

And in the endless pause, there came the sound of what it once was. The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. We must try to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Exploration is the essence of the human spirit. Plunge boldly into the thick of life, and seize it where you will, it is always interesting. Energy and persistence allow you to conquer all things. I don't believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of feeling alive. Who dares nothing, need hope for nothing. Take every chance. Drop every fear. What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable? What's stopping you?
                                                               That's right, nothing.

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ThatDudeChrom Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Still alive?
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SeverMarec Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Can you RP sometime today?
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FlickingFire Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Hey we already made the chatroom. We're waiting on you.
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SeverMarec Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I'm getting on right now. I got on earlier, but no one was on?
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FlickingFire Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Well we tend to be on when you're offline, and vice versa. We need to set up a schedule of some sort.
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SeverMarec Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
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Just started the Sev returning arc out of sheer boredom. Don't worry about that whole mutation thing I came up with, I'm scrapping that. Anyway, what do you think so far?
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SeverMarec Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
On another note, what is the status of Oasis in the Chronicles lore? I plan on writing up some fresh entries, if there's no issue with you or the rest of the lot. Is the city still standing? Is Sev dead? o3o 
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SeverMarec Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Is Chronicles still chugging along?
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FlickingFire Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Yeah it still is somewhat. Only a few people keeping it up. How are you?
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SeverMarec Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Decent. I sent Holmes (hehe) a note too. I started participating and creating some projects on Nation-States. Here's a current one: forum.nationstates.net/viewtop…

I figured the lot of us could start going on there, if you're up for it.
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