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Nameless' tale

2008-06-05T22:18:35Z

http://www.mechquest.com/mq-chardetail.asp?id=2161215�-My mechquest character

http://www.dragonfable.com/df-chardetail.asp?id=12773046 �- my dragonfable characterer

http://aq.battle on.com/Build30/charview.asp?temp=14803690�- my Adventurer

quest warrior

These games, built and maitained by Artix Entertainment group are all based in the world of Lore. Mechquest comes first. Based a couple thousand years before Dragon Fable,� it shows Lore as a Tech-thriving society. With Mechs( Mechanical battle machines), Star cruisers, and an array of futuristic weapondry, battles are fought and wars waged against the good guys and the bad guys. After a certian event, all of this was erased, the mechs buried, the ships destroyed, the society - demolished. The world of Lore was then thrown back into a medieval society, the world of Dragon Fable. In Dragon Fable, you as the warroir, must recover the black dragon box to get the your dragon, to fight against Sepluchure and his dragon , fluffy. Gaining classes and skills, such as the Paladin class, a class devoted to destroying evil and the undead. After five years of this time, the new game begins, Adventure Quest. In Adventure Quest the world of Lore has been expanded islands settled on and lands explored. As the culture is expanded and discovered, more mysteries arise, and even more terrifying monsters and diahbolical evils arise. New races such as Werewolves, Vampyres, Werepyres, DragonMen, and almost everything imaginable are found. Wars are raged, Destroyers come and go, millions of warriors from all different backgrounds come to save Lore from the never ending struggle of the countless hordes, of evils. One of the most devastating things to attack Lore is the Destroyer and his Harbringer, The 'Galin. (This part is not true to actually timeline, the alpha testing for this game is still going on, I am one of the lucky "few" who get to test it. However I will take my creative liceanse and theories of fellow adventures and say AQworlds hapens after Adventure Quest.) Lore is once again at peace, 10 years after the destroyer left Lore. Lore was forever changed, the reality was twisted and everything was different. The land was changed, New monsters and areas popped out of no where, adventures noi longer looked the same, the world looked different, and the places still having the mark of the previous worlds. The adventures, never before being able to speak or see each other, were now able to. Alliances and friendships were quickly made, the world being expanded but only for those who were chosen to become Dragon Riders and Gaurdians of Lore. The rest had yet to be relocated in the new reality, still being left in the Destroyers wake. One of These adventurers, who managed to survive through the 5,000 years since the beggining, who had fought along the bravest warriors, destroyed the most evil of foes, and being secretlly chosen, to become, The Evil One predicted back before Mechquest time. This is the story, of DragonBlade, known to the world of Lore as Nameless.

Reality in Perspective

2008-05-28T00:48:27Z

�� Virtual reality had finally reached its peak. A complete cybernetic universe where anything was possible. You could be a superhero, a monster, a rock star, a realator, a soldier, even a homeless bum on Venus. Anything was possible, anything, the universe was completlly identical to our own, planets sun, people, tempurature, moods, and scietific breakthroughs. The G.A.M.E. was updated every thirty seconds. Every news story was turned into what happened in the G.A.M.E. News was now internet based camereas were everywhere, updating current news stories, the news was now fully automated, as soon as somewthing, anything happened the entire world knew, it was on the web, peoples phones, tv's everything. When the G.A.M.E. was fully developed it was intantlly connected to this database currentlly updating the world. The people who weren't really there were holographically projected into real life. As a superhero you could stop a major drug operation, but in real life, millions of people were kept in buisness because no one had stopped the real them.

�� People could make real money for doing real work, building houses, making food, even cleaning virtual bathrooms. Since the downfall of world currency, virtual dollars were worth fifty times as much then any currency on earth. If you were hungry you could go into the program order a burger and fries and the program would instantlly apply nutrients to your real physical body. Although from the outside it seemed good, more bad had happened because of the program. Since nothing in the game was real, people could murder, rape, and sell drugs through the system. Becasue of the amazing realistic qualities of the game and the enviroment stimulating suit and chair, people could get high, fat, cancer, colds, hypothermia, and in one very rare case pregnant.

�� Of course there were activist against this program but noone cared, considering they protested from inside the G.A.M.E.

.....to be continued

A day in D-tent

2008-05-24T01:00:11Z

A day in D-tent

By: G. Anderson Lake

�� As Carlos Itchevez woke up to his disheveled part of D-tent, he knew today would be a bad day. He had an intuition about these things that he often warped and twisted as the end of the world. Standing at his full height of six foot three, Carlos walked up to Slayvak, a soldier with the most demure personality Carlos had ever met, so he could wake him up. Carlos was always an early riser, because he, unlike most of the men, grew up on the warm side of Russia as a farm boy. Every one was sleeping until he stepped on shards of broken glass. One of the men woke up and spewed a line of epithets at Carlos. The man who did this was Forveski an effigy of the people he represented, the old KGB, and always took the opportunity to articulate himself, usually in curses and disrespectful terms for authorities. Every one in D-tent liked him though, not just because he never told his men to disperse, or stay collaborative through thick and thin, but because he was one of the most honorable man any of them had ever met.

�� When everyone was outside the smell of gun powder and old blood lingered in the air. They saw Naomi Datzhov walk over; she was, surprisingly, the leader of the entire encampment. With her broad shoulders and faultless hips, she easily made her way into every man�s reverie, but they were anything but brazen when it came to her. The first time she entered the camp one of the soldiers gave her a �hey Baby,� he also spent the next four weeks in the doctor�s tent with a broken jaw, three missing teeth, and a bullet wound in the foot. They were harried if they said anything but �Yes mam,� and �right away.� Other than that none of the men liked her because she was always perverse and mean. Carlos just knew today would be bad if she had orders. The only time she had orders when war broke out or they were starting a war, which for Russia usually meant it was from the inside the political system and power would soon change. This was definitely a bad day.

�Alright Men,� said Gen. Datzhov �Russia has been overtaken by a group of marauders. A medley of KGB, peasants, and ex-cabinet members are involved in the uprising. They are using an ingenious plan and are intent on overthrowing parliament in Moscow. As far as we know their plan is to encompass Moscow get as many followers as possible with their �Convert or Die� campaign and then raid parliament, killing everyone inside. We of course are laden with the trouble of stopping them. On the bright side of it though we are receiving succor from the north by Lt. Zorbachof.�

�� Permission to Speak,� Forveski shouted at Datzhov obviously having an idea that would in the end be shot down, but everyone knew it would work even Datzhov. �Permission granted, Major,� Datzhov replied already knowing what he was going to say, as well did everyone else, a question that would, to anyone else, would have had him decommissioned, permanently.

�� Why, don�t the tyran-, er, president and cabinet members rather, just leave?� Forveski questioned already knowing Datzhov�s answer and his reply.

�� I don�t know, they did not include it in the mission report.� Replied Datzhov referring to a file folder containing just about everything they need to know, or rather all the information the political leaders needed them to know. Then Forveski took his next shot �Don�t you have full military clearance for that kind of stuff?� Everyone looked back at her, �Full military clearance yes, but when it comes to politics I have as much worth as a peasant farmer.�

�� Which apparently are trying to change their status.� Itchevez whispered under his breath to Slayvak. �Excuse me private,� Datzhov scornfully applying an excess of emphasis on private. She twirled her fingers in her plait; she did this when something bothered her. �Sorry General it was nothing, General.�

�� That better be the last, nothing, or I will have you decommissioned. Now back to my point, I was Imposed to have you imbued by the end of the week to perpetually push their forces� away from Moscow into the North into an ambush in the hills where Lt. Zorbachof is stationed, as long as the plan works.� Her speech left them with a languor. The plan itself was apparently improvised, because if Itchevez was right their path led them over a precipitous cliff. However they would receive no condolences for not following orders.

�� After the briefing every one either went to the showers or to the armory to check guns and armor. However private Itchevez and Slayvak walked towards the ridge to the Southeast of the camp, it was a sheer drop off and had the most beautiful view in the entire world at 6:35 in the morning. The sun rose right over the trees and the far away mountains and reflected of the snowcaps right onto the cliff. Itchevez and Slayvak often came here to talk, usually before battle.

�� She had an incognito about her,� Slayvak said looking haggard and languid which looked like the complete opposite of the stout and rakish appearance of Itchevez, �it�s quite inscrutable. She reminds me of the Baba Yaga stories, but a lot prettier.�� Itchevez was completely shocked Slayvak was never so insolent and derisive.

�� You better be-,� out of no where the alarms started blaring, which meant invasion, �- careful?� Slayvak had practically fallen off the cliff. Itchevez turned around and saw everyone was distraught. Then he saw it at the west end of the camp was a small cliff leading to the base of the mountain they were on, they were on a level plain at 7, 578 feet. What he saw was a group of what he was sure was the marauders hurtling over the small cliff into the outer edge of the camp and a few tanks trundling over the cliff to the south smashing some of the tents and what Itchevez was sure was some of his friends in F-tent.

�� Everyone in the armory came busting out throwing weapons and chest armor to everyone. By this Itchevez and Slayvak had run away from the cliff and toward the sandbags that had been set up and landed themselves right next to Captain Markszen, who had just came out of the armory holding Itchevez� s and Slayvak� s guns and armor. The three of them were best buddies since training and were always together in battle. �Live a Russian, Die a Friend,� was their saying. Both sides started cannonading because there was no warning or even an insinuation of an attack. There was no message from ground camp; these marauders were fast, to fast.

�� Then out of the first tank came Major General Zorbachof. �Listen here you curs, you know me as Zorbachof but my real name will stay anonymous. We have you surrounded so surrender your weapons and you will be spared.�

�� Then out of her tent Datzhov came out and shouted, � You heard him, give up your weapons or die!�

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After Zorbachof�s men threw over 575 troops into the mess hall tent, he and the rest of the marauders left the mountain camp as far as Itchevez could tell. By now he imagined they would be at the ford to cross over into the small valley village of Kilzenworth which had a direct road cutting through the mountain right into Moscow it was about a 100 day journey on� foot but with the vehicles they had they would reach Moscow in thirty forty-five days. The regiment had little time to catch up to them. Even if they had they would have to endeavor to refrain the marauder�s main force and the only way they could do that is if the force loitered in the city gave up all their weapons and vehicles and simultaneously the regiment received all their weapons back and received about 5,000 troops for reinforcement.

�� Not only was the regiment tied up but the marauders had launched a projectile into the middle of the encampment that had been irradiating a low amount of radiation which Itchevez� guessed was set to explode fairly soon fifteen to twenty minutes he assumed. A certain Colonel Gertchov, who was sitting across from Itchevez, had a certain suavity about him ever since he had taken up Buddhism, however none of that mattered now ,what did matter though is that Gertchov had so far done a pretty good job of escaping. Itchevez had an omen while thinking about his last days which, thirty minutes ago, seemed liked an hour from then. He had imagined the regiment charging into Moscow, and all that was left was a pile of rubble. Itchevez never really noticed how capacious the mess hall was, but none of that mattered now.

�� Forveski was being impertinent as always, he was tied up to the right of Itchevez. The men were tied separately the in groups of four North, South, East, and West. Forveski was facing south, and had an insatiable itch on his back which made him buffet about occasionally. Every time we asked him to stop because he was making the knots tighter he would ominously scowl at the. Soon Gertchov would be free as would the rest of the regiment and no matter what the odds they had orders to follow.��

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Dsirre Gjjauloud in Far from Home

2008-05-24T00:57:34Z

Dsirre Gjjauloud, American Hero

Far From Home

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By: G.Anderson Micheal Lake

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Part I The American Departure

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CHAPTER I----------------------------------------------------------------------

Terminal

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�� It was dark outside LAX terminal thirteen and Dsirre Gjjauloud, a tall dark colored American was sitting in a uncomfortable airport chair across from Henry a tall, blonde haired, blue eyed, light skinned, all American like the ones you see in those �Be All You Can Be� posters. Reading his file on Shin Yusgima, an international drug lord who the D.A.W.N. agency has been tracking for 3 years, while across from him in the most unconfigured position, Henry was sleeping with his brown over coat in his folded arms covering his light blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and tucked into his light brown Khakis.

�� Putting on his large square glasses, DJ (Dsirre�s American nickname) looked at the paper with an attached photo of Yusgima reading: Age, 42; Birthplace, Tokyo, Japan; Height, 5�11�; Weight, 255 pounds. When the agency got information they were almost always accurate. Yusgima almost always covered up his operations with the best cover. However the drug operation DJ and Henry were sent to stop put Yusgima and his operation in the wide open and if they could prove and capture Yusgima his entire operation would be shut down.

�� DJ worked for an agency called D.A.W.N or Department of Allied World Nations. The agency, so called by its agents, consisted of fifty agents and ten operators the head of the organization. The agents consisted of fifteen Secret service agents fifteen K.G.B. ten agents from M19 five agents of various unknown military groups and five super soldiers, genetically enhanced for all out war. The latter of these were never used in the field. However most of the secret service agents did covert operations the K.G.B. agents were used for sabotage and �aggressive negations the M19 agents were used for standalone undercover hush-hush kind of missions and the various soldiers were used for small reconnaissance or hostage missions. The world leaders know nothing of D.A.W.N. or their operations.

�� DJ was born in America served in the Air force for 5years the Navy for 6 and the S.E.A.L.S. for 8 when he was recruited into the Secret service for 7 years he then �Died� before reporting back to work after a large one man operation which took him 3 years of undercover work to shut down a major Nuclear take over operation. The agency recruited him on his way home and framed his death he had been working for the organization for 15 years and is number 8 on their agents list Henry is 11. Henry and DJ were recruited at the same time and became close friends Henry was a younger agent for the secret service.

�� Flight 5-15 boarding for Tokyo at gate fifteen. Have your boarding passes ready.� Announced the female flight attendant over the intercom.� The massive PNC002, 5-15 jet liner, which traveled long distance between foreign counties, had just arrived overseas from Moscow. Three stories tall with a passenger capacity of 3,000 it was the second largest jet liner in the world. It was a branch from Jetrop a major international airline service. Henry and DJ were in seats 3-20 and 3-19, a window seat and the one right next to it on the third story.

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Once second at a Time

2008-05-24T00:43:58Z

Is time travel possible? Have you ever tried? Have you ever succeded? Are you sure you haven't? Samuel Grundy did, he tried, he tried so hard that he accomplished it, but he doesn't know it.

Samuel thought to himself I've already completed what's in the past, haven't I? So If it's already been done can't it be done again? The past three minutes are still vividly clear in my mind, as long as I can picture my enviroment I should be able to travel at least three minutes back in time. He tried and was succsesfull, unfortuanatlly when he tried everything was set back to three minutes in the past, including his memory.

Samuel was lucky he only ever thinks of time travel exactlly one second after he had the previous time. Everytime he forgets that he has accomplished time travel and is now living, ONE SECOND AT A TIME.

Have you ever tried to time travel? Are you sure? How many times will you read this post? Can you be sure? Will you ever be sure?

Nothing to Gain

2008-05-24T00:37:46Z

Numb to the core

Stiff as a Board

Herded like cattle

Fighting a battle

Thunderous clouds of metal pounding my senses

Killing the masses

Numbing the pain

With nothing to gain

I heard a boy cry in the distance

Giving up any resistance

I've numbed his pain

With nothing to gain

With nothing to gain

And nothing to lose

Numbing my pain

And just letting loose

All authors welcome

2008-05-06T23:38:38Z

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Story number 1- Virus, by Anderson Lake

2008-05-06T23:35:55Z

Keep in mind It's a work in progress but I'm a bit stuck on the whole matter, I have the entire story written out in summary form but its hard for me to fill in the blanks.

Prologue�

�� As Swinhalla ran through the Congo with his new laptop from the white men, he couldn�t help but feel the adrenaline of showing his papa and the chief. The white men showed him how to do a lot of things with this machine they strangely called a �lap-top� seeing as how it had nothing to do with your lap or tops. As he ran towards his village he forgot all of his training, how to silently run through the jungle at night to avoid the cougars, he couldn�t hear the loud ruckus he was making anyway with all the thoughts of excitement running through his head. Then it hit him, it was very late, Papa would be very angry, but hopefully this �laptop� would bring great excitement to his village and his Papa would forget his anger. He started to run quicker and quicker hoping to make up for some lost time. Then something stopped him cold, in the corner of his left eye, about 10 feet away barely visible a glow, a green sickening glow. Swinhalla thought that perhaps he ran faster then he thought, maybe he was at his village already. But what was making that glow? He walked over to the glow, expecting to see a clearing and some tents. Instead he saw a weird plant something like he�s never seen before, it was purple with many cuts emitting the strange glow. Then it moved one of its� roots started slithering like a snake towards him before he had time to run away it grabbed him, he screamed but no one heard him. Then he remembered his knife, his Papa had just given it to him for his ritual ceremony. He pulled it out, and sliced the root that was wrapped around his foot. It cut right through, then the plant started to glow red a deep evil red. Swinhalla ran with all his strength, then one of the trees surrounding the plant lashed out and grabbed him, lashing him and cutting him with all of its� braches. Swinhalla cut it over and over trying to get free. Finally the tree let go, Swinhalla knew that the tree cut him very deep, he was bleeding so much he could feel that he was covered in it, he felt like he was soaked, like he was swimming in the river. He saw the fire of his tribe, he ran, getting weaker and weaker the fire started dimming, getting darker. Swinhalla knew that this was it, the jumping of the anaconda; he was leaving this world for the big hunting ground. As he burst through the forest he saw his Papa and the village men almost run into with spears probably looking for him he fell right into his Papa�s arms. �Beware the cougar flower, it controls the trees, it glowed green Papa, I love you Papa, sorry for being so weak.�

�� Swinhalla with his last breath of life realized he had left his laptop behind.

��Chapter 1:

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�� James �Jimmy� Forlosen went to bed early that night, he didn�t know why he was so tired but it may have to do with the fact that he didn�t sleep the night before, working on a school paper, he was a senior and wasn�t about to fail over something so meaningless as sleep. The last thing he remembered was walking into his small apartment seeing his mom watching TV, then going into his room straight down the hall, throwing his coat on the floor and falling right to sleep.� He had a very strange dream that night, but he couldn�t remember what it was when he was awaken by the clock radio turning on at 6:30 in the morning like it had been doing the past four years. ��The strange vegetation that covered Africa is still being examined by scientist; some reports claim that it is the cause of the strange �.� Jimmy shut it off. He hated the news, but it was the only thing that got him up in the morning. He was used to smelling the fresh aroma of coffee in the morning, but today he smelled nothing.

�Mom? Mom, you awake? I have to get to school remember come on.� Of course Jimmy said this without getting up at all, �Ugh, fine I�ll make the coffee today.� He muttered to himself.

As he walked out of his room he noticed his mom was still in front of the TV. She had a habit of falling asleep in front of the TV a lot lately, especially after his Dad left them two years ago. He walked over to the kitchen and started to make the coffee. He knew that if his Mom wasn�t up yet he�d have to ride his bike to school. So he skipped the coffee.

He ran down the fifty flights of stairs it took to reach the bottom of the large New York apartment building. When he finally reached the bottom he ran into the garage grabbed his bike and bolted it for school. When he got out of the garage the street was filled with cars, but no drivers. He [ERD1]�was in to much of a rush to think much on it. He was reaching time square when he saw a huge number of people standing still, this caught his attention. Then as if he was The President of the United States or something they all turned around and stared at him. [ERD2]�This scared him out of his mind. Their eyes were blank, pure white, their skin pale and a light green was glowing from their lips. Jimmy at first couldn�t move at all, and then he turned his bike around and rode as fast as he could go, he thought that just because zombies couldn�t run, let alone walk with any semblance of speed, that these creatures must be the same.

He knew he was going the wrong way to go home, but he knew where his dad lived and that�s where he was going. His dad had an old purple Pontiac GTO, complete with Turbo and everything. Jimmy also had an extra key to this car. His dad gave it to him as a bribe to make up for leaving. Jimmy was glad he actually took it instead of throwing it in his dad�s face.

When Jimmy returned from his flash back he realized he was running into a herd of those people, or zombies, or whatever they were. It was too late he ran into about three of them knocking them over, as Jimmy got up he saw that there were about ten more of these things hanging around. They rushed towards him, how could they run so fast? He quickly grabbed his bike and swung it into the couple that was rushing at him. They fell over but there was still more. He ran at them, his dad�s house was right on the other side of the alley the bodies were blocking. He rushed right into them punching and doing the best he could to get past the four or five that were in the way. They were getting stronger like something out of a horror movie; it was like the kept rebooting to fend off a new virus.

He finally found an opening and ran for it bolting through the alley as fast as he could when he turned the corner the garage was already open and his father on the ground bleeding and an empty shell of a man with no head to speak of a couple feet from his dad. He could see that his dad wasn�t breathing and obviously had the same idea as Jimmy. The door to the Pontiac was open and the Pontiac had some spikes coming off the hub caps and a snow plow with some poorly welded on knives. His dad was never much of a handy man but knew how to use a blow torch. Jimmy grabbed the shotgun out of his father�s hands and threw it into the back of the car he welded the knives on a little better and welded on some bars over the windows. He hadn�t watched every single zombie movie for nothing.

He jumped in the car seat then stopped; he looked over at his father. He was hit by a semi-truck of emotion; as much as he wanted to leave his father to rot there he knew he couldn�t. He walked over to his father shut his eyes and threw a blanket over him. As soon as he pulled out of the garage he shut the door. He drove as fast as he could then for no reason he actually stopped at the red light he started to cry he couldn�t handle it at all, he had to be dreaming.

Then he realized that he had left his mother at home. He had to go get her, take her with him she would know what to do, she always did. He didn�t drive very fast at all, he only lived five minutes away. He was surprised that there weren�t as many bodies around any more. He took a look in the back seat to see what else his dad may have packed. He counted at least two shotguns three assault rifles and a couple pistols, with plenty of ammunition. His dad was in the army so it was no big surprise; Jimmy would check the trunk to see what else his dad packed. He finally reached his house.

�� He didn�t take the time to park the cart he just turned it off and locked the door he took his dad�s shotgun with him just in case. He took the elevator this time he didn�t want to be out of energy if he had to fight off any more bodies. He pressed the button for the fiftieth floor. As the elevator slowly creped up he reminded himself exactly how to handle a gun and prepared himself for a fight. He didn�t really want to fight, but it was his mother and these things had already killed his father. As he reached the forty-eighth floor the elevator stopped and the lights went out. �Y�know this just seems way to much like a b-rate, Oh well guess I walk the rest of the way.�

Welcome

2008-05-06T22:29:28Z

Welcome this is where I come to post my thoughts and literature about the Life, Universe, and Everything. Hope you have fun reading my work, please understand I am no proffesional and am open to CONSTRUCTIVE critism.