The Dark Saga
Dark Saga: Infinitio SecundumTo whoever finds these letters, I pray that this gift I have given in death will be returned with friendship and trust. I advise you to read this collection of pages with an extraordinary fixation for if one has done so they will be greatly be fitted in life and in death. I am lonely in this place and do not wish you suffer the same fate as I have. I would write this for my family or my friends and lovers but all have passed and I cannot find them. For finding a single individual in this place, is like finding a grain of sand in the tides with no knowledge of where it is or what it looks like.
Lyorta: Of Flesh And SteelJhaha stands on a metal step looking into a large open cavity with smooth purple like tissue inside. The outer shell of the device was not flesh but was thick metal armor. He turned to the opening looking out across a sea of soldiers. Jhaha slowly leaned back into the machine allowing himself to rest inside. He breaths in one last breath of fresh air before the squires lower the front of the suit closed.
Lyorta: The Hopeless Youth And The Brave Fools“Where are the knights… where are all the knights,” said a young soldier holding a cracked spear. He was looking across a field. On one side, a group of ragtag poorly equipped untrained soldiers. On the other side… what could only be described as death. He looked around his fellows and not one of them had anything of any quality on them. Maybe a veterans helmet or foraged surplus from previous battles.
Silver Angel Grant Me EyesSun cascading; eviscerated, nightfall skies
The Thought That CountsWhere true horror laid itself is inside the mind
The Flesh And All It WantsI hear a voice that isn't right
Is It Over?It is dripping
My MuseI find the pains in my stony heart to be something to find beauty in. The fires of the home I once loved and the ashes that laid onto the ground. The tortured screams of the world which I hate so much. This is the muse, the world in my mind and the love that burns behind my glassy eyes. The art in me disappears when a smile graces my face. I am a dying artist and the stillness in my imagination is like a quaking mountain.
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Please, my fingers, just let me keep my fingers. It is an amazing plea to a cold unfeeling disease. I never quiet thought about the prospects of losing a limb. However now, I find myself tormented by the idea of what they are becoming. They are less than limbs now and I think I want them removed. Though this possibility has grown unlikely as my fingers have fused together and I don't think I can grip the cleaver.
I haven't questioned my bones enough. Laid bare where once flesh laid now stained red, dyed and clothed in a thin fabric of tethered tissue. Though not quiet white, their cleanness peaks through this mess of decay. Yet the little machines behind my eyes tell me, its still ok and in time I will get used to this twisted shape. My twisted shape. My forever body. I do not know why they choose to preserve some parts of me and others they simply let die. Ravaging through this urban ruin flooded with pain, I seek someone like me. Someone who has not given into the machines questions, their thoughts, their new life. I will not be shaken, nor taken to their paradise. I know however it is a matter of time before my nerves rebel and I am a slave for life.
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Blue Ash Crisis: Chapter 10 (Alpha Release)
Woman Claims To Have Caused The Blue Ash Crisis
This entry is rousing. We received a letter from a Chino Tokuma who claims to have worked on a secret project that caused the Blue Ash Crisis.
It took little time for Apricot to track down this Chino Tokuma. The magazine article had little substance and a lot of speculation claiming the letter was too sensitive to publish. The neighborhood was pleasant to say the least. A quiet urban sprawl, a few children playing in the alleyways. She passed by several houses spruced up with plants. She had always found the inner city to be less than pleasing. All that concrete and how it was devoid of nature. This area, however, it was beautiful. The brick apartment buildings are surrounded by so much vegetation it appears as if they naturally grew out of the ground themselves.
The sound of a stream echoed as the other side of the road was home to a creek. 1514 Dujho street, after seeing the nu
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Traveling the streets Apricot followed the signs and symbols all over the city. It was late evening, and the sun had set. A treck into several bars and other shady looking places resulted only in funny looks as Apricot tried to hint at purchasing a gun. She had been kicked out of several and she was sure by now the police had been contacted at least once about her inquiries. Still, it was a matter of life and death. If she did not have a suitable weapon, she could not end her nightmare. She owed it to her family, including herself. While gesturing and speaking her mind was dueling between the two thoughts.
Walking out of an automotive body shop named "The Grease Monkey" Apricot lets out a low sigh. "Pssst!" she hears from across the street. She sees a middle-aged man of Uchellan decent in normal attire waving her over with his hand. "Miss, overhear." the man says. Apricot felt an extreme amount of apprehension being cont
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The wooden gate to Apricot's family home opens with the tug of her pale hand. Cars and well-kept shrubbery line her street. The shadows from the fixtures under streetlight purpose a constant suspicion of danger. "They are coming to my house now," Apricot whispers under her breath her eyes darting towards every strange shape. Stretching her fingers through her hair she tugged at her roots, the pain stealing any hope that this was a bad dream. Drawing a deep breath, she shivers as the cool night breeze brushes against her skin. A sense of comfort covering her fears for the moment as the air was not frigid.
Apricot had concluded these phantoms caused phenomena in their surroundings. Arctic temperatures followed them along with electrical disturbances. These two signs satisfied her as Guidestones to identify when these beings were near. Moving through the night streets, Apricot could not help but notice how empty her quiet burrow seems.
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The warm yellow inner glow of the police station is surprisingly comforting for Apricot. Still shaken by the night's events Apricot sat in a wooden decoratively carved chair. The clerk's wooden desk is cluttered with various papers, folders, and photos. A small desk lamp trained over the mess giving off light for the reports in front of them. "Miss Apricot, your account of the situation is, troubling to say the least." says the clerk as he strikes his cheek and lip with his hand. "You are a student journalist it says and recently were in a hostage situation. Now you experienced a terrorist attack. Not an easy month for you mam now is it." he joked.
Apricot felt anger well up inside her. Instead of letting him have it however she nodded her head. "Yes, sir." she said.
The man looks down at the paper setting it down on his desk. He looks up to Apricot with a smile. "I am just about done with you but the state psychologist will want to speak with you. They will make a determination if tho
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"Quite the daredevil are we Miss Apricot?" Miss Akagi's booming roar echoed inside the large empty lecture hall rattling Apricot's bones. She supposed anyone outside the hall can hear every single word. Miss Akagi's stern finger wags as a bludgeoning rod, brown eyes shift along with it.
"You are to report the current events, my dear, not become part of it." Miss Akagi stops her tongue lashing, straightening her posture adjusting her glasses with one hand while holding Apricots paper in the other. Apricot dug her nails into her thigh as the stabbing silence continued with no sign of ending. With an inhale, Miss Akagi continued "Though I must commend you for the article. It is rather thrilling." she turns her back towards Apricot walking towards her podium in the center of the lecture hall. "I would imagine it would be a work of fiction if not for that strike against you. Entering a crime scene unauthorized is a very serious charge missy." Apricot shrugged her shoulders in de
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"You," a voice coughed from the dark. "You promised… why! Why has this happened!" the voice sounded as though their throat was full of liquid. It choked again wheezing as it breathed. A pile of remains rested inside of a puddle of inky black liquid.
"I warned you." said a proud male voice. The footsteps echoed in the alleyway, each step slow and deliberate. "You should have waited. You were not ready to make yourself flesh again."
"You bastard!" said the pile of sludge. The man's black dress shoes stop in front of the puddle. The tip of his cane touches the ground with a click.
A snicker escapes the man's mouth. "You poor eager creature."
Out of the puddle rises the necrotic body of a skeletal creature with melting flesh hanging off its inky corpus. Several arms extend from its spine reaching for the man's leg. "Don't mock me!" roars the creature.
The man slashes his rod at the creature bursting its body back into a puddle as it swipes through the creature's torso. "Hush, all is
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Blue Ash Crisis: Chapter 2 Alpha Release
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“I need a great story now.” Apricot moans. The cool black synthetic wood bench chilly against her skirt. “I will get in trouble if I don’t turn in an article tomorrow.” A soggy double cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, and a fried egg, rests between her fingers. “The Bureau of education sent me a letter certified that if my grades did not improve, they will move me to the labor field and I don’t want to work in a factory the rest of my life.” she cries. Sitting cross-legged next to Apricot dangling her heel off her foot, Bonni raised a chicken nugget from a small cardboard pouch, Bonni dipped the tip into a pair of open teriyaki and mayonnaise dipping packs. The smell of coffee from her cafe uniform battled against the surrounding salty smell of fried foods.
“Why not do one on today’s incident?” said a black-haired man who sat across from Apricot, who already dug into his burger, a