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Are you recording this, Ryan? Okay good. So here we are, having completed our journey into the caves. We see some clear indications that human life once existed here. These paintings on the wall, seem to depict some kind of script. These are some well drawn lines and some good colour choice. I think we may have discovered a stone-age Picasso. Let’s back up a bit and illuminate the whole wall. There you see folks, a cave painting that seems to read P-S-Y-C-H-E!
The Skulls Mercenaries would collect yet another feather in their cap. Having never failed a mission, we were tasked with guarding the train. Rather, we were tasked with guarding the precious cargo on it.
The journey had been long and intense. Two days of shooting and being shot at. There were many injuries, but not one casualty. My men were the toughest soldiers out there, my personal picks. They would never fail.
This was it, the last bridge to the tunnel, and a heavy pay day.
A good try. Just a narrow miss. Now, try to predict the course of the disc and then shoot. Here it comes.
AlmosFFfAW Challenge – 194tht there. You can do it. Remember your target practice. There is no difference, other than the fact that you are using live ammunition and the target is moving slightly. One more time.
Good shot. The red saucer was blown to smithereens. What do you mean by what about the black saucer? Which black saucer? Oh fuck! That’s an actual flying saucer you idiot.
Petrified with fear, I stood rooted in spot. The black wolf took slow steps towards me.
As he neared, i could see his eyes and once I had seem them, all fear began left my body. I had seen those eyes before. They held dark loneliness inside.
Little Ben surveyed the ocean from his very own lighthouse.
Ben’s father, a Captain in the Imperial Navy would spend months away on the seas. Ben had inherited his father’s love for the deep blue. Upon this realization, father built a little lighthouse for little Ben.
Ben would spend all his spare time in the lighthouse, keeping a weather eye trained at the ocean. He kept a tab on the vessels that arrived and left port. Ben’s keen vision helped in saving the town from catastrophe during The Great Festival.
Ben was the first to spot the approaching Jolly Rogers…
It seemed like the best idea before it became reality: Escape the mundanities of regular life, and set sail on a voyage to explore the world. I wanted to experience the various adventures this world had to offer. A bunch of young ones who were influenced by my words, joined me on my escape from reality. This scares me now. What if I made a mistake? Will these young ones suffer because of me?
Not on my watch…
The darkness does not look so bad, with the moon and stars guiding me…