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Chronicles of Charlemagne
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    Thread created on 14:59:56 - 04/05/21 (5 months ago)
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    Hi! So I'm going to do some story things based off of the game here. I think it should be interesting! I kinda wanna study the nitty gritty side of society with what I've seen from this site so far, I think it should be interesting! Posts would be in a bit of a diary entry, just to showcase the insanity. Thievery, murdering, all that jazz, I think people can learn from it and try to make it better overall. ...Maybe, the world is usually like that. Alright, for starters, I'm pretty much a nameless thief who took a train to...this hell. Welp. That's nice. I don't have much of a name. ...Again. I'll just take an alias, whatever. The journal entries would be interesting if there's enough paper. ...And if it can meld...I wonder... Should be fine, whatever.

    Let's begin the tale now, shall we?
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    Posted on 15:20:33 - 04/05/21 (5 months ago)
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    A new city? Well this is nothing new, I've lived long enough. ...Geez it's been a long time.

    Already the wind feels nice while I glance at the dirty train station that I ran from. ...Yeah, running is a joy. The currents are actually quite nice today, I don't think there's any rain to burn my skin. ...Freaking burns, I hate them. I adjust my hoodie as I run away from the station, it's already sapping my energy. And...ah, I hear the whistle blow. Screams as I keep running, were they too close? ...A thump. The wind stops. Oh dear, someone did get too close, I think they're a pile of mush right now. ...Hopefully there wouldn't be anymore deaths, and yet...

    Thump. Thump. Thump.

    Well, guess not. The minute I feel the warm air, I felt dizzy. ...I did not. Want to feel hungry today. I haven't eaten in three days but I don't want this. No. Screw you. No. I don't want this. At all. At least I can survey the city a bit, but...

    "Hey, get over here."

    Wait wh- HOLY COW. The tagging was a joy while the white noise played and more beats rocking shook the ground underneath. Was the train being a butt? They better not go near it. I heard a sigh as the man just brushed back my hair. ...Along with the hood. Oookay.

    "Well at least you're fine, hey, do you have any place to stay?"

    ...What's that supposed to mean?

    "Well, do you?" I shook my head as he sighed. "Welp, good to know. I'll give you a shack and it'll be fine." My eyes were wide and pleading as he led me away. A shack? Just like that? I didn't really ask for it and that was the first kindness in a long time. I haven't really known anything...at all. ...Yelling.

    "Snap out of it, will you? I can show you the ropes as we take a tour of the city, you like that?" I just nod as the man escorts me around the area. I can hear something jingle against his belt and I reach for it.

    "Don't touch it." A jerk in multiple directions and I find myself falling over, only to be caught by the same man. "...You're light, you know that?" I just shrug as he takes in a shuddering breath. "...Let me show you around, after that I think you'll like my...accommodations."

    Careful with you words, aren'tcha? There was more silence as I feel his tuggings, the wind, it was actually really cool, his worry, how nice, black lines, just like me, I wouldn't mind that. Even now, my hand, my arm... I look down at the faded outline that wasn't really there for my dominant hand and just sigh. "Okay that's it I'm taking you now." A startled look and already I'm being dragged away, registering the other areas that this city had to offer. ...It was getting colder, so cold, what was happening? Their lashing out, increasing, their worry, my body, aching again, this wasn't too bad, I wasn't born with this. But their worry, increasing, the white noise, increasing, the beats, the music, slamming, slamming, slamming, rocking hardcore as the music played...do you want me to play it?

    "Do you want me to play it?" I snap out of my thoughts as I realize the man was looking around, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "Well? Do you?" Everything quieted as I lightly bit him. I can hear his sardonic laugh and a flash of a smile. "A fighter, no? I think you should control your temper, people wouldn't like it here." The grip tightened even more as my brows furrowed. What people? Not the citizens? What were they afraid of. He shoved me hard into something as I squeaked. ...Just like him? Or maybe no sound at all.

    "Into the confessional, I want to hear something." I blink before feeling my way around the dark area until I felt the door.

    I hate you so much. The cursing increased the lines and waves dancing in my vision as I entered and slammed the door shut. ...It all went black. Uh.

    "Confess to me now." With a nod, I got on my knees and clasped my hands. moving my mouth in prayer. ...While giving him a rude hand gesture because he was being a butt with this dang thing. This was meant to heal? Literally? What a joke. A harsh wind expanding into his lungs before laughing. "So you can't speak. How lovely. And yet you're here, why?" I just smiled and made more hand gestures.

    Forgive me God, for I have sinned and become evil.

    SMACK.

    "Okay, be silent, whelp, let's get you out of here. ...I hope you have enough for a better home." Another hand gesture as he smacked me and dragged me outside. I think he'll be fun to be around, he's so bitter. ...Sickly sweet fakery like long ago...
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    Posted on 22:57:27 - 04/05/21 (5 months ago)
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    "...I have no idea how you have a sense to find the strangest objects but at least you have something." I can only smirk at the emphasis at the end as I quickly ate the candy I found at the dump. Why there was candy at the dump, I dunno. Why there was no other food other than sweets here, I dunno. ...I want actual food, it sounds nice... "In any case, I think I'll leave you to your business, I have other matters to attend to." I blinked as I held up a hand and began to make gestures.

    Alright, where are you going? There was a smirk in his voice that caused me to frown.

    "What do you think? I'm a preacher, it's my duty to serve the people." My own smirk widened as I made a rude hand gesture. "It is, don't give me that?" Another shark-like grin as made a motion to myself. There was silence before the sound of jingling bells made itself known and the door slammed shut. Hard. Okay then, I can live with this. I leaned back as I closed my eyes, feeling the currents swish around me. The preacher really is interesting, isn't he? A member of the church? High ranking? I wonder if he has anything to do with the black market? He had a gun, why would a priest have a gun of all things if they were peaceful? Eyes opening, I began to feel my surroundings before my hand jolted something hard. The static jerked.

    Oh? What's this? Slowly grabbing the object, my whole body went cold. ...A gun. You little f- I swear I could hear him laughing as I tested the weight in my hands. Heavy, abnormally so, the bullets would do a lot of damage. ...Where were they? My hand traced along the countertop, unconsciously doing claw gestures, until it rested against a box. Fumbling with the opening, I played around with the bullets with a frown. A bit like putty, really soft, almost like rubber bullets, why the heck would this go with the gun? They slid with ease as the static thickened. ...Meant to hurt people with sound? The songs are crescendoing, I'm not enjoying this. The beats are getting harder and screeching metal was engulfing the weapon in my hand. I wonder if they turn that hard? Another frown as I headed out, hiding the gun inside my hoodie. I'm going to die, these bullets, what is this city doing? And with everyone fighting and dying-

    A gunshot and I yelped as I hit the ground, mentally cursing them and myself for being blind as everything slammed hard. Already my hand was fumbling with the gun as I concentrated on the static. Okay, where? There was a cackle as the person screamed of dying and I paced myself towards them, feeling the bullets whizz past. My gun was singing, I hate this so much. The frown deepened as I shot at the person, hearing some ricochet off of the trees with a loud clang while some hit something soft, shrapnel spraying all over. And some...hit the person as they screamed and gurgled in their death throes.

    "I don't think you should do that." There was something pressed against the back of my head as I froze.

    A gun? Wait no the shape-!

    Bang.
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