[After barely surviving his first experiment here in Luceti, Rygdea is now trying to survey the damage. Besides having about a million nude people running around in the town square, the solider wonders if anyone actually died cause of the experiment. He's sure that he wasn't the only one to teleport outside of a window, or so Rygdea hopes so. Maybe ( Read more... )

[After one hell of a topsy-turvy week, Rygdea wanted to sit down and relax. No more running around and intel gathering for him. This soldier is going on inactive duty for a few days. He still has yet to wrap his mind around half of the information he found. In truth, he's feeling a tad overwhelmed and that's why he decided to go fishing today ( Read more... )

[At first, there was nothing but silence. No static, no grainy feed, and not even a view of the New Feather who owned this journal. It was as if the journal was in the middle of a soundless void. That is until a loud frustrated growl ruins this silence, followed by a few curses too foul to say around your little ones.]

Where the heck am I!?

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