Week - 162
Fallout, The Wurymmar Story: Part One
by scarrift |
| Description: "And now I must ask you, all of you, gathered
here tonight," the blue Lupe growled. "Who is the true leader of this pack?" |
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Week - 163
Fallout, The Wurymmar Story: Part Two
by scarrift |
| Description: "Yes, Scar I do want revenge," Wurymmar growled.
"I want to be stronger so I can have my revenge against those who hurt me." |
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Week - 164
Fallout, The Wurymmar Story: Part Three
by scarrift |
| Description: Scar had lectured
him continuously on his mistakes and the improvements he needed. No kind words.
No pats on his back. Nothing. |
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Week - 165
Fallout, The Wurymmar Story: Part Four
by scarrift |
| Description: What if I just leave and never come back …
No, I couldn't do that. Scar breathed a sigh. I guess I have to enter
then. |
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Week - 166
Fallout, The Wurymmar Story: Part Five
by scarrift |
| Description: "Hmm, he looks about ready for the machine, don't
you think, Scarven?" |
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Week - 167
Whiteout: Part One
by scarrift |
| Description: “I’m sorry, mister, I didn’t know, I …
I mean I didn’t mean to. It’s just your diary was fascinating … I mean, I’m
sorry,” I stammered. |
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Week - 168
Whiteout: Part Two
by scarrift |
| Description: It had been a week since I arrived at Arrazaddan
the Draik's tower somewhere in the wilderness of Terror Mountain and, due to
the intense snowstorms that still plagued the landscape, I was trapped... |
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Week - 169
Whiteout: Part Three
by scarrift |
| Description: I knocked again and yet there still wasn't any
reply, not even a grumble. Curious, I turned the knob and entered the room.
The study was very much the same as I had left it a week ago: cluttered, dusty
and bone-chillingly cold. |
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Week - 167
Project VIRGIL
by scarrift |
| Description: "I am not familiar with the request 'feel',"
said the Lupe in a confused tone. "Subject Virgil is ready to receive input
on the term, master Cole." |
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Week - 211
The Lost Desert Dagger: Part One
by scarrift |
| Description: I had lost track of the time I spent being held
captive in the dungeons far beneath the sands of the Lost Desert. A month? A
year? A decade? I had stopped counting in the end. It was pointless, utterly
pointless... |
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Week - 212
The Lost Desert Dagger: Part Two
by scarrift |
| Description: I was still where I had lain down to sleep a few hours ago; cool sand
dunes stretching in all directions as far as the eye could see, illuminated
dully by the sliver of a moon hanging lazily in the desert sky... |
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Week - 213
The Lost Desert Dagger: Part Three
by scarrift |
| Description: "The Wadjet Circle, a once prominent thieves
guild that flourished until a decade ago in this very city." The red Kyrii saw
the flicker of recollection and continued... |
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