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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 27 2008, 15:35 (197 Views) | |
| Jim | Dec 27 2008, 15:35 Post #1 |
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Day 5 I always thought that moving to the North Pole would be a good idea. The separation from the hustle and bustle of life would do me good, and god knows that getting away from my family in Střednípůda is something I needed to do a long time ago. I left in the night, without saying goodbye, but not in any way spontaneously. I had this planned since five years ago, when it happened. I found that moving here was a massive effort. I had to rent a full team of explorers just to reach safe ground, and even then not everyone made it out in one piece. Rusty, my old coonhound, had to be put down after the paws of his feet froze fast to the largely titanium ship. I've already built a nice shack with lumber I brought over from my old lumberyard, and life so far is going great. The cold doesn't bother me, I've bought a fair share of blankets, coats and other such things, including a solar-powered, quick-starting (and LARGE, lest we forget) industrial heater from my business. I spent the morning throwing my wealth off the ice shelf, and having absolutely no remorse about it. It's truly freeing, watching my life, my old life of day-to-day monotony, wash away with the frigid tide. At first I tried burning my cash, but I only brought enough lumber for a house. Besides, the lighter fluid would freeze before I even got my lighter out. I'm not too burnt up about it, though. I'm making a decent living, fishing and just getting in the thick of it all, where our ancestors began their lives, hunting for a living, without any pansy occupations like stockbroker or CEO. Well, best turn in now. Light fades fast up north, and I'm not going to be caught in the middle of nowhere when it happens. Edited by Jim, Dec 30 2008, 16:18.
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Burn it up'n tear it down Raze this city to the tarnished ground While the war pigs falsely weep The city will lie in a golden heap - "A Dream", Me "Total slaughter, total slaughter. I won't leave a single man alive. La de da de die, genocide. La de da de dud, an ocean of blood. Let's begin the killing time." -Vash the Stampede | |
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| Jim | Dec 30 2008, 16:06 Post #2 |
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Day 8 Sorry I've been away, but I've been getting some weird vibes from this room, the one where I store my notebook. Like something was hauntin' it. Anyway, yesterday was pretty uneventful, but I have to say, these storms are takin' a toll on my house. I woke up today and found a chunk of my roof lyin' a hunderd [sic]feet away! I mostly spent yesterday sittin' by the lake, listenin' to th' ice creak and groan. From behind me, I heard some crunchin' footsteps. I turned around and saw a man standin' just so, out on the ice. I asked him what his name was, he asked me where my house was. Was like he new already that I had myself a house! I told him, but pre-faced it with a spiel, y'know, it's just a l'il nook, no room for anyone else, and he seemed to take offense to that. He told me his name was Joe, and just when I was gonna tell him my name, he flat-out disappeared! I guess I musta looked away, I was stowin' my gloves away in my pocket, but he was gone, sure as my name's...What's it ag'in? Edited by Jim, Dec 30 2008, 16:19.
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Burn it up'n tear it down Raze this city to the tarnished ground While the war pigs falsely weep The city will lie in a golden heap - "A Dream", Me "Total slaughter, total slaughter. I won't leave a single man alive. La de da de die, genocide. La de da de dud, an ocean of blood. Let's begin the killing time." -Vash the Stampede | |
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| Jim | Jan 9 2009, 21:49 Post #3 |
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Day 10 Well, diary, it's gone. The wide expanse of ice in the fronta my house just up and melted away while I was sleeping. I could barely walk out my front porch this mornin'! In fact, the backyard is gone too...I can't see anythin' for miles! I don't know how the ice caps could just up and disappear, but I reckon I'm headed back to Strednipuda, by force. My compass says I'm goin' south, so God's intervenin'. I guess I gotta say goodbye to that ol' patch of ice... |
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Burn it up'n tear it down Raze this city to the tarnished ground While the war pigs falsely weep The city will lie in a golden heap - "A Dream", Me "Total slaughter, total slaughter. I won't leave a single man alive. La de da de die, genocide. La de da de dud, an ocean of blood. Let's begin the killing time." -Vash the Stampede | |
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| Jim | Jan 9 2009, 21:50 Post #4 |
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Day 12 Well, diary, I don't know what the hell happened last night, but now I'm headin' back north. I don't know just what's goin' on, but I might have to stay on the ice caps for another couple of days. Along with that, my heater up and broke down. Musta been 'cause I ran outta fuel...Shoulda brought more. |
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Burn it up'n tear it down Raze this city to the tarnished ground While the war pigs falsely weep The city will lie in a golden heap - "A Dream", Me "Total slaughter, total slaughter. I won't leave a single man alive. La de da de die, genocide. La de da de dud, an ocean of blood. Let's begin the killing time." -Vash the Stampede | |
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| Jim | Jan 16 2009, 13:06 Post #5 |
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Day 13 Finally, dry land! Well, somewhat dry, at least... I came in to find that the Maelstrom had flooded. Jenny sat on the ice where I reckon my house used to be, dried out, eyes dilated, pointy head sagging. Continuing on through the water, I saw no signs of Frank, but Joe's still here. He keeps followin' me around, tellin me there's no point, I'm gon die, that sorta stuff. He won't git off my back! To make it worse, the water's freezin' over. Since there ain't no dry land, I can't stop anywhere. I either keep movin', or die. Guess I shoulda moored my house. I walked to where I put it and found it ten feet off shore. I tried a running jump, and thought I got a hold, but I musta slipped off. Frank helped me back up...he's still here! Unfortunately, my house remains out of reach. I don't know what I'm gonna do tonight, reckon I'll just keep walkin' around and writin' in this diary... Edited by Jim, Jan 16 2009, 13:12.
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Burn it up'n tear it down Raze this city to the tarnished ground While the war pigs falsely weep The city will lie in a golden heap - "A Dream", Me "Total slaughter, total slaughter. I won't leave a single man alive. La de da de die, genocide. La de da de dud, an ocean of blood. Let's begin the killing time." -Vash the Stampede | |
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