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ToC Chapter 6: Surge Echoes. Every sound repeated evenly to a predetermined pattern. Reflections. Combinations.ToC Chapter 6: Surge
Remembrance. The charred, blackened embers of what used to be the Redfield station smoldered and smoked under the desert stars. A few embers still glowed, and scraps of fluttering debris and ash blew in the breeze. The melted and twisted fragments of metal supports and infrastructure thrown across the site marked the would-be graves of the one h
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Earth and Sky And thusly, everything you thought you knew is now irrelevant. Will anything ever be the same? Probably not. You sift through the rubble uselessly, knowing that your true belongings are within you, and that everything that was destroyed here today was superfluous anyway. The sun glares at you like the yellow eye of a dread serpent, waiting for you to slip up so it can strike. Any moment of weakness will allow it passage. Which is ironic, considering your current situation.Earth and Sky
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Sweet NothingHe had forgotten how long he had been playing here, in the world between everything.Sweet Nothing
A simple chessboard, black and white pieces spread before him. He didn’t even recall ever learning how to play chess in the first place.
His opponent was a strange one, dark features and slightly curly hair. His eyebrows raised in a look if faint amusement. The whole ordeal was quite amusing to him.
Why shouldn’t it be?
Somehow he had found himself playing chess against himself.
Yes, the handsome man before him was a mirror reflection of himself, the same characteristic smile, the same
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- Interests: Writing, music, being better than you, being tougher than you, and having nothing to do with you.
- Favourite band or musician: Primus will always be my favorite, but I listen to a wide variety of stuff.
- Favourite genre of music: Metal, electronica, jazz, funk, anything unique or different that activates me.
- Favourite poet or writer: Authors? Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams, Tolkein, Cervantes, Koontz, King, others.
- Favourite style of art: I'm a writer. I do write-y things. I find it hard to genre myself, though.
- Operating System: Mostly Ubuntu. I have a shit machine that runs XP, though.
- MP3 player of choice: My good ol' PSP has been alive for a long time, and I love it to bits.
- Shell of choice: bash, I guess.
- Wallpaper of choice: Whatever strikes me as awesome.
- Skin of choice: Stone skin. My dad was a rock and my mom was a stick.
- Favourite cartoon character: Anger Pauly by KC Green.
- Personal Quote: Not intelligent enough.
- Tools of the Trade: Pens, papers, keyboards, holy devotion, and diseased imaginings.
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