A FlashbackWar Ends, Another Begins
June 3, 2051
Lucas could feel the bus's tires crush his body. He screamed in pain as the large bus ran over him. He could feel his ribs being shattered and his legs almost exploding under the pressure. He screamed for several moments before Bechaise's bus sped away with Claire inside.
Lucas lay there, panting heavily and sobbing. His wounds were grotesque and bloody. He thought he had lost a leg, but all of his limbs were still connected to his body...just broken. He turned his weakly side to side, looking to see if anyone was nearby to help him. He decided to keep screaming: Help!
After a few hours, Lucas stopped screaming. His voice was croaky and almost gone. He sighed in defeat, thinking that he'd just let the mutants eat him till death. He had almost given up hope, when he heard footsteps approaching. He widened his eyes, and started yelling for help again. Immediately, he could hear the footsteps quickening its pace. A man's breathing i
July 2, 2061
Saturday, 5:58 pm
Sinis sat quietly in a Feroxi Constabulary interrogation room. It was no ordinary room, however. Due to Sinis' flame-controlling skills, the room was pumped through with methane, the walls coated with oil, and Sinis' hands were covered with an anti-fire material. One wall had a double-sided mirror attached to its gleaming surface. Feroxi Constabulary officers watched carefully at Sinis through this mirror, keeping a keen eye on him.
The officer in charge rubbed his right temple with his fingers drowsily, and retrieved his cup of warm, black coffee from a metal table. He took a deep gulp from the coffee, releasing a breath of satisfying warmth. The door opened, and the officer looked to see who it was. FSB agents immediately entered the room in an organized fashion. They were all dressed in a typical black suit with sleek ties. Their trousers shown no sign of stains or such, and their shoes were cleaned within an inch of its life. One FSB a
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It was just...that. One bullet to the temple of her head...She killed herself, out of the death of her husband. Why? Yuri wasn't exactly what you called the best husband ever. He rarely saw his wife because he was "busy" in Russia. He didn't even seem to care what happened to her after all the telegrams she sent to him. Huh. Her death..doesn't...affect me. It just gets me thinking, I guess. Just why? What's so strong between them that caused her to do this to herself? Leave her own child behind? Why?
Love. Of course. The one thing these humans can't get rid of...Love. Sure, there are divorces and all...but why do divorces occur in the first place? Love. Bad love. Nevertheless...love.
I used to love too. I used to love my race, my species. The Keepers were a dominating race in the Dimensions, not to mention the first race. We kept Time
Veck Racette [Wasteland Chronicles]Name: Veck Racette
Homeland: Former Cardiff, UK
Languages learned: English, Spanish, and Inuit
Bio: Veck Racette came from a very rich family back in Emporia, also Sinis’s homeland. His parents had always treated him with the best treatment, care, and love. It is said that the Racette family got their fortune not out of inheritance, but of the dictatorship. This reflected upon Veck’s childhood whilst he attended school. Bullies and such would harass him; even at one point, one over him with their car. This lasted all the way until he was graduating from high school. Throughout this period of time, he was always praying, specifically to the revengeful Greek goddess, Nemesis, to give him the strength to be able to defeat these people. During the last month of high school, on a starry night, Lucas had felt extremely sick, and he claimed his eyesight was getting poor all of a sudden. The family called their family doctor, and he reported that
March 4, 2062
Sunday, 4:12 pm
Grey, dull walls. Cubicles lined up in each row with the overlapping voices of workers chattering over phone lines and webcam conversations. Yep, the Feroxi Constabulary was the only thing in the city that seemed to be never-changing.
Maybe I should donate some money...
Incognito becoming a detective of the Feroxi Constabulary was considered a huge step, which surprised everyone. He was asked to join, and he accepted. With or without joy, it was still a surprising move.
I had decided to come visit Incognito to congratulate him, and what had made him accept the job. Perhaps it was Aviciah?
I walk through the pathway between the cubicles. Immediately, workers who noticed me or weren't too busy stand up and acknowledge me. They greet me nervously, and return to their work with my assuring nod in their general direction. I eventually arrive at a cubicle-less desk, where a woman, presumably a secretary, sits typing away at a co
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1) turkey bacon or pig bacon?
You're evil D: Ofien. Pig bacon.
2)out of all my characters you know, who do cha like the best?
3) if we where stuck to eachother suddenly, how would you react?
I would say: "Looks like we're in a....*puts on sunglasses* STICKY SITUATION.
4) lub me. ;v;
5) Landsharks or seabears?
6) umad? I went over five questions.