I am Here
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The Shallow Diary, Day 17
JUNE 5th-
Most recently I have been traveling with a large caravan. We have been skirting the larger cities, and being protected by a group called the Outside Mark. The Outside Mark, a reference to the distinct "O" shaped, bruise colored tattoo encircling each members left eye, are a former S.W.A.T. unit out of Southern California. They use to be...
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JUNE 5th-
Most recently I have been traveling with a large caravan. We have been skirting the larger cities, and being protected by a group called the Outside Mark. The Outside Mark, a reference to the distinct "O" shaped, bruise colored tattoo encircling each members left eye, are a former S.W.A.T. unit out of Southern California. They use to be...
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clio:
thank you! I'm glad I made your day a little better.
The Shallow Diary, Day 16
JUNE 4th-
The Sunrise Tribe, a large group of Invader worshipers. Zealots, spreading propaganda to the masses still alive. They try and reassure you that all is well, and all will soon be better than it was. They feed on the downtrodden and those with no hope left. Rumors have circulated, until the Ponys confirm it I have my doubts,...
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JUNE 4th-
The Sunrise Tribe, a large group of Invader worshipers. Zealots, spreading propaganda to the masses still alive. They try and reassure you that all is well, and all will soon be better than it was. They feed on the downtrodden and those with no hope left. Rumors have circulated, until the Ponys confirm it I have my doubts,...
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The Shallow Diary, Day 15
JUNE 3rd-
The Express Ponys, a rag tag group of independent intelligence and security specialists. They saw what was happening before anyone, since it was their job to. Through their shared connections with governments and the private sector, all over the world, they were in the perfect spot to disseminate the info normal folk would need. Most governments had to...
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JUNE 3rd-
The Express Ponys, a rag tag group of independent intelligence and security specialists. They saw what was happening before anyone, since it was their job to. Through their shared connections with governments and the private sector, all over the world, they were in the perfect spot to disseminate the info normal folk would need. Most governments had to...
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lenya:
Good to know 
The Shallow Diary, Day 14
JUNE 2nd-
I remember, after the initial attack, back when we all thought that a response from our side was forthcoming, we waited. Hiding in our basements, in our homes, in our cities, towns, neighborhoods, everywhere was an inhaled breath, waiting to exhale. I believe quite a few places are still waiting. For most though, as soon as the power...
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JUNE 2nd-
I remember, after the initial attack, back when we all thought that a response from our side was forthcoming, we waited. Hiding in our basements, in our homes, in our cities, towns, neighborhoods, everywhere was an inhaled breath, waiting to exhale. I believe quite a few places are still waiting. For most though, as soon as the power...
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The Shallow Diary, Day 13
JUNE 1st-
The sky covered in the haze of memory, Our cities a thing of the past. We are all alone together, for however long it lasts. The time we had feels wasted, Our hubris knew no bounds. Now we are afraid of every shadow, frightened by every sound. The future lay ahead of us, The uncertainty of surviving for...
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JUNE 1st-
The sky covered in the haze of memory, Our cities a thing of the past. We are all alone together, for however long it lasts. The time we had feels wasted, Our hubris knew no bounds. Now we are afraid of every shadow, frightened by every sound. The future lay ahead of us, The uncertainty of surviving for...
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The Shallow Diary, Day 11 & 12
MAY 30th/31st-
The Silents roam alone, a loose collective of solitary observers. They crawl through teh wreckage of our former glory, seeking whatever it is they seek. In the day time they, like anyone else, look disheveled and beat down. Yet at night, they can sometimes be seen performing tasks, tasks that look military in nature. Hiding in...
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MAY 30th/31st-
The Silents roam alone, a loose collective of solitary observers. They crawl through teh wreckage of our former glory, seeking whatever it is they seek. In the day time they, like anyone else, look disheveled and beat down. Yet at night, they can sometimes be seen performing tasks, tasks that look military in nature. Hiding in...
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The Shallow Diary, Day 10
MAY 29th-
At night, it's quiet, so very quiet. The silence engulfs you, embraces your thoughts, drives you ever more quickly mad. In the country sides and rural areas, the silence at least can be alleviated by the few insects and animals left. The cities however, contain a silence that goes beyond the absence of noise. It's as if every...
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MAY 29th-
At night, it's quiet, so very quiet. The silence engulfs you, embraces your thoughts, drives you ever more quickly mad. In the country sides and rural areas, the silence at least can be alleviated by the few insects and animals left. The cities however, contain a silence that goes beyond the absence of noise. It's as if every...
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The Shallow Diary, Day 9
MAY 28th-
Does it require the blood of innocence, or merely the blood of any unwilling passerby, to make it run. The Great Gear Room grinds all, all that have outlived any usefulness. This massive structure is the shape of an unassuming dark blue box, no windows, no doors, no windows, nothing. The sound reverberates through your very being. A...
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MAY 28th-
Does it require the blood of innocence, or merely the blood of any unwilling passerby, to make it run. The Great Gear Room grinds all, all that have outlived any usefulness. This massive structure is the shape of an unassuming dark blue box, no windows, no doors, no windows, nothing. The sound reverberates through your very being. A...
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The Shallow Diary, Day 8
MAY 27th-
In the distance, past the bombed out storefronts, and demolished buildlings, the White Towers stand. They stand, ever vigilant, rising high into the sky, blotting out the sun. A glistening aura of terror surrounds such an angelic facade. What kind of worship belongs in such a place, the cries of the devout or the defiled cascade from the...
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MAY 27th-
In the distance, past the bombed out storefronts, and demolished buildlings, the White Towers stand. They stand, ever vigilant, rising high into the sky, blotting out the sun. A glistening aura of terror surrounds such an angelic facade. What kind of worship belongs in such a place, the cries of the devout or the defiled cascade from the...
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The Shallow Diary, Day 7
MAY 26th-
The dying, they die slow, in the Furnace Houses. They see the pain rise from under the skin, and explode into the agony of flesh torn asunder. We, the living dead, can sometimes hear the echoes of the dying, as a multitude of scorched flesh victims scream in unison. Perfection of a machine race to kill, slowly, and...
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MAY 26th-
The dying, they die slow, in the Furnace Houses. They see the pain rise from under the skin, and explode into the agony of flesh torn asunder. We, the living dead, can sometimes hear the echoes of the dying, as a multitude of scorched flesh victims scream in unison. Perfection of a machine race to kill, slowly, and...
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The Shallow Diary, Day 6
MAY 25th-
It's a double edge sword, survival instinct. Looking around at the current state of things, one wouldn't be looked down upon if they decided to curl up and die. But still we persist, still we continue on, still we fight for something. All the living have left is tomorrow, and if your not long past cynical, that is...
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MAY 25th-
It's a double edge sword, survival instinct. Looking around at the current state of things, one wouldn't be looked down upon if they decided to curl up and die. But still we persist, still we continue on, still we fight for something. All the living have left is tomorrow, and if your not long past cynical, that is...
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