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06-22-2009, 09:10 AM
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Forgotten-

chapter 1

When the Rupture farms went offline all its outposts on lease did not realise so they continued existence as they did before after around eight years the outposts began to realise there lease had expired so why weren’t they receiving messages, why weren’t they receiving anything? This story is set around eight years after the collapse of Rupture Farms and six years after the Soulstorm Tri Explosion. The story is intended to run a little bit longer than my others maybe a couple of chapters.

The gentle beat of the tribal bongos blown across the wind soothed the slig as it wandered from its post, he was on top of the hill and he could see a good ten miles of paramonia, he was supposed to be finding berries but everyday he made sure he came to the same spot, he had been watching a pack of paramites prey upon a wandering elum, he was amazed at there cunning skill, they hid in bushes while one paramite directed the elum through the clearing once it was through it was set upon by all the others in wait, then they took turns at devouring equal parts. He removed his visor and squinted, he was training his eyes to see without it and now he could see without the visor clearly for about five metres, “that’s five metres better than five years ago” he told himself, after a bit he returned to the camp, through the palisades and up to the makeshift storage hut were he dropped his berries on the floor, the sligs had really got back to nature and relieved there ancient sense to care, now they worked as a team and only killed when necessary. The sligs pants had been tampered with to work more effectively with the terrain, the spring loaded heels allowed them to escape pursuers without the need of a gun and also jump over falls and holes.
The slig senses were now adapted to paramonia, every strange noise and they would run and hide in the bushes waiting for whatever made it to pass on, usually it would just be a lone meech or something yes there are native meeches in paramonia though they are far different from there area 1029 ones, they are green in complexion with white stripes on there necks, they have spikes jutting from there heads and a soft feather coat on there backs.

can any help me as to where this should go?
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Oh yeah, fair point. Maybe he was just tortured until he lost consciousness.

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