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The saddle-billed stork (Ephippiorhynchus senegalensis) is a large wading bird in the stork family, Ciconiidae. It is a widespread species which is a resident breeder in sub-Saharan Africa from Sudan, Ethiopia and Kenya south to South Africa, and in The Gambia, Senegal, Côte d'Ivoire and Chad in west Africa.
This is a close relative of the widespread Asian black-necked stork, the only other member of the genus Ephippiorhynchus.
They are silent except for bill-clattering at the nest. Like most storks, these fly with the neck outstretched, not retracted like a heron; in flight, the large heavy bill is kept drooping somewhat below belly height, giving these birds a very unusual appearance to those who see them for the first time. To experienced birdwatchers on the other hand, this makes them easily recognizable even if seen from a distance. It has been suggested that due to the large size and unusual appearance in flight, this species is the basis for the "big bird" and kongamato cryptids.
The saddle-billed stork, like most of its relatives, feeds mainly on fish, frogs and crabs, but also on small birds and reptiles. They move in a deliberate and stately manner as they hunt, in a similar way to the larger herons.
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The Loch Ness Monster is a cryptid that is reputed to inhabit Loch Ness in the Scottish Highlands. The most frequent speculation is that the creature represents a line of long-surviving plesiosaurs. The legendary monster has been affectionately referred to by the nickname "Nessie" since the 1950s.
The earliest legend about the Loch Ness monster recorded is the story of the Irish monk Saint Columba’s encounter with the beast. During is pilgrimage in Scotland to spread Christianity across the land, on his way to visit with the Pictish king in Inverness, he encountered some Picts burying what remained of one of their own people, badly savaged by a creature in the Loch. Columba ordered one of his followers to swim over to the other side of the water and retrieve the dead man’s boat. During this the servant was attacked by a creature. Columba (invoking the name of God) commanded the beast to return to whence it came and it vanished beneath the waters of the Loch leaving the swimming man unharmed.
It was not until 1933 that the monster became world famous as the world newspapers reported the story. So keep your eyes on the loch as you travel around, you never know you may be lucky and spot the monster too.
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Finally, after all the fighting, killing, and surviving, I was getting a chance to relax with some new friends. I was getting to know this group of soldiers better, and "coming out of my shell," so to speak. Anyway, we were now lounging by a campfire, sharing tales of the war. Earlier in the day, I had shown Crypid some new Martial arts techniques, and Klip how to aim and shoot in the same motion. Now, we were reminiscing about our exploits in the war. Currently, the woman named "Selbz" was telling of a rather comical story of seeing an Urag fly... I looked over to Klip. He was watching and listening in rapture. I could tell that he had a thing for Selbz; between his gaze, the pink scrap of paper just poking out of one of his pockets, and the *mostly* rubbed off lipstick on his face. Obviously, something had happened between them...
I smiled to myself, which quickly turned to a grimace as I thought of my wife. I quickly sent away the thought, as now was not the time to think of sadness. Then, Klip began a tale, one of notorious Urag...
"Back in the early days in the war, before I joined up, there was talk of a single Urag responsible for thousands of deaths. They called him the General, as no one could pronounce his name. He led his troops with great success against us, using tactics that were brutal as much as they were effective. His elite cadre of soldiers decimated our lines, until we met head on at the Fifth Battle of Sacramento. Again and again we met in battle, with hundreds on each side dead. But this time, we had come up with a commander brilliant enough to challenge The General. All his troops lost, he fled in shame. The Urags rejected him for his failure. Still determined to kill and maim humans, he continued to fight us, by himself. From what few reports, he is known to be nearly seven feet tall, with armor made of human bones. Rumor is, he is supposed to be haunting this area... But of course, he is just a fairy tale."
All were enthralled by his story, all except me. "Don't joke about what you don't fully understand," I told him. "I fought in the Fifth Battle of Sacramento, and saw the horrors that he committed. He is very real, and the reports are true. I don't know what happened to him. Maybe he died, but I think that he is still out there, biding his time."
After my warning, all were silent for a few minutes. Then Cryptid started into a tale of haunting loss, and I zoned out again.
I was staring, staring into the darkness. I had always been fascinated by the night, the murky depths left unfathomed. At the same time,it scared me. I had a fear of what I could not know, and the endless shadow frightened me. No matter how much I saw, I would never know everything beyond my limited field of vision. So I concentrated on the circle of light cast by the fire, and just listened to the story, coming to terms with my fear.
The stories had been going on for a while. Cryptid was telling another story, which I hadn't picked up much from. Klip and Selbz were beginning to doze off. And then, I heard a noise, like a branch snapping in the dark, just outside the circle of light cast by the fire. Instantly alert, I raised by hand to stop Cryptid, and picked up my rifle. Concerned, he followed suit. I leaned over to nudge Klip, and then a figure exploded out of the darkness. It was an Urag, very tall, with bleached white shoulder pads. I looked at his face, and saw the scar where one of his eyes should be...
In the time it took for me to observe this, the Urag had closed the distance between himself and us, grabbing Selbz by the neck, and dragging her backwards to use as a shield. He then leveled his gun at us, a massive contraption of iron and steel. By this time, Klip was fully alert, pistol in his hand, and a look of worry on his face. He began to rush forwards, but I blocked him with my hand. Cryptid couldn't take the shot with his launcher, and Klip wouldn't risk the chance of hitting Selbz. I raised the sniper rifle, and said as menacingly as possible, "Drop. The. Lady."
The Urag began to smirk at this, then changed his mind as he looked cleanly down the barrel of my rifle. Growling, he then kicked Selbz back towards us, and into the fire. Klip and Cryptid immediately rushed in to rescue her, and in the commotion the Urag fled into the night. We stood in silence for a while, scanning the area, until Cryptid said, "Was that who I think it was?..."
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After making quite an entrance in my stolen Urag flyer, things had calmed down a bit at the Wolf Den (Thnaks for the name, Rox!).
I had recovered from my misadventures with the Urag Chieftain, and was now going crazy from lack of combat. That is, until today. Some soldiers had decided to start an impromptu 'fight club', in a sandy area nearby. As an officer, it was normally my job to put an end to these illicit affairs. But today, I decided to have a little fun. Sauntering over, I told the (now rather sheepish) sergeant in charge that, "I need the exercise. If you can find someont to beat me, this can go on- for now."
I stripped out of my armor, and was ushered towards the arena, with several hearty slaps on the back. There were some murmurs about my irregular skin tone, which I ignored. From the other side, they ushered in some grunt. He threw a wild swing, and I quickly dispatched him. The same thing happened with the next. God, it was a miracle that these boys could survive combat! Then a real challenge came in. Klip and Cryptid had come to watch. At least Klip had. Cryptid handed his launcher to Klip, and stepped into the ring. However, seeing how I took out the last grunt, he decided to keep his armor on. Offering a quick salute, I adopted a balanced stance. His smile turned to a snarl, and he came at me. He was cautious, only throwing a few feints and jabs instead of rushing in. Good, this guy was a smart fighter. I threw a few jabs of my own, which he easily blocked. He them threw a strange combination, which seemed familiar. I remember my son, coming home after earning a black belt in Tae Kwon Do. He was so happy, so young. He proudly showed me a wild combination of punches and chops...
Back to reality. While I was distracted, Cryptid landed a hit on the side of my head. Damn! Just where it was hit by the chieftain. It stung, but I shook it off. His face was a mixture of brief satisfaction, quickly turning into confusion by the easy hit. That look, just like my son's when he learned Daddy was going off to war...
This time, when I snapped out of it, I was laying on my back, in the sand. Cryptid was now looking slightly concerned, again for the easy hit. He began to offer me a hand up, when I kicked my legs up to regain my footing. I was irritated, not at Cryptid, but at my own carelessness. Dodging his high punch, I ducked under his guarding hand, and shoved my shoulder into his stomach. Another advantage of being short. Then using my momentum, I lifted him upward, and back onto the sand. I disengaged, and let him work his way back to a standing position. I dodged several more of his punches, then fired a low side-kick into his stomach. He blocked, but just barely.
Enough I swept his legs, a move which rarely works except for when used by an expert, and shoved my palm into his solar plexus as he fell. This time, he didn't get up. Some money changed hands, and I helped Cryptid back up. "Good fight," I said.
"Indeed it was" said a voice behind me. It was the CO of Silent Wolves, who had been watching in silence. As the spectators noticed him, they slowly began to disperse. I collected my Pulse Sniper from one, and left to collect my thoughts...
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Lagarfljót (also called Lögurinn) is a lake situated in the east of Iceland near Egilsstaðir. The biggest forest in Iceland, Hallormsstaðarskógur is found near the lake.
As with the Scottish lake Loch Ness, a cryptid serpent, called Lagarfljótsormurinn by locals, is believed by some to live in the depths of Lagarfljót.
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I had woken up several hours after the attack on the camp, and more importantly the attack on my life. I crawled out of the ruins of my tent, and took a look at my midsection. Inspecting my wounds, I saw that the gunshot was not life-threatening; it had missed any vital organs, and passed through. Still, it hurt like a son-of-a gun. I bandaged my wounds to the best of my ability, and attempted to stand. I was immediately struck with intense dizziness, and the wound in my stomach began to ooze blood. Deciding that it would be better not to push myself, I lowered back down to a sitting position. However, I was not able to rest for long; I heard Urag voices, far off, but coming closer. Grabbing my rifle, I crawled into what had been a small lean-too, built in a corner of a destroyed building. I pulled the remains of the canvas covering over my body, to hide partially from the Urags. Good. With my pale face, I may appear dead enough to fool them.
Thus so, I relaxed my rifle, and let the Urags pass. Fortunately, they disregarded me. Now, to get out of here. I briefly activated a radio beacon, to send a signal to the Silent Wolves. Unfortunately, the Urags also monitor radio frequencies. A few seconds later, the head of the lead Urag spun around, and he barked orders to the others in his file. To my horror, they began policing the bodies, firing a single round into the forehead of each. Some they had more fun with, bodily ripping them apart with brute force. Throughout this, many of the bodies remained silent as they were shot. But a few times, the Urags were rewarded with a scream as the soldier playing dead learned what they were doing. Fortunately for me, I was fairly well hidden. There were also a lot of bodies, and few Urags. I only hope the USDF can get here in time... With this, I blacked out again...
When I awoke, I heard not only Urag voices, but human in the distance. This must have been the first of them, for the Urags quickly became silent, and hid behind the ruins in the camp. They were planning an ambush! I began to hear the human voices coming closer. It sounded like some of the Silent Wolves that I knew, here to rescue me.
"C'mon! He has to be here somewhere."
That sounded like Cryptid.
"I hope we got here in time..."
That one sounded younger. It may have been Klip, who I met briefly. They would be walking right into an ambush. Feebly, I managed to fire my sniper, to warn them.
"Hold up" I heard someone say. Good. They were being careful now.
After several minutes, I was rewarded with the sight of armed me moving into my vicinity. They were checking corners, being cautious...
Suddenly, an Urag jumped out of cover, and grabbed the MG in the hands of the man on point. Grappling, they fell back, into the remains of a tent. After the premature entrance of that Urag, the other two also came out of hiding. One was near where the other one was, and the other had been hiding far in front of them, behind Cryptid. The first was blown away by Cryptid's launcher. I saw him fumbling to reload, they must have met some resistance before I was awake. Behind him, though, loomed the real threat; an Urag Warmonger, noted for their ruthlessness and brutality. It raised it's massive warhammer up above it's head, preparing to bring it down on Cryptid's skull. Summoning my last reserves of strength, I raised the rifle, and fired once. My round severed the Warmonger's spine, dropping him like a rock as Cryptid turned, and saw me. "Now," I uttered, with a small cough, "Now we're even..."
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Since Cryptid and the Wolves dragged me back to a med unit, I had been laying in bed, recovering. Several more attempts had been made on my life. The CO insisted that a guard be posted at the entrance of the med tent, but I didn't trust my life to some GI. I had begun sleeping with a knife under my pillow, and after more gas attacks, an oxygen tank. After the medics bandaged me up, I donned my armor once again. That too, I had begun sleeping in. I trusted no one, and was always wary. The flashbacks had stopped, possibly due to the intense stress I was under. Hopefully, it stayed that way. Man, I can't wait to get out in the field again, miles away from everything except those I trust. Anything would be better than this living hell I was in. Wait. What was that? There was a noise outside.
A masked face peered around the corner; I threw one of my knives. The face ducked back at the last second, as the knife ripped a hole in the far side of the tent. "Come on and finish it, you bastard!" i yelled, hatred and fury dripping from my voice. I heard the sound of rapidly retreating footsteps. Thus it went, night after night. I hardly slept anymore, with sounds from the camp waking me up, heart pounding. I could not live like this for long...
Several weeks later...
Finally, I was back in action. After several days of attacks, a trio of old Silent Wolves veterans stood vigil over me, switching off every few hours. I then had a chance to rest, feeling safe. The attacker didn't show up, given the presence of the armed men. And it paid off. Now, I was back on my feet , and preparing my belongings to leave the infirmary. I still had an ugly scar where the bullet penetrated, and the wound twinged every now and again. But I would be all right. I strapped on my armor, and threw on my pack. I gave it a quick, weight-settling jostle, and began to head out of the door. And then, I saw a grenade, standard USDF issue, minus the pin, roll towards my feet...
(This takes place a week or two after my last log)
Outta the friggin' frying pan, into the fire...
Things haven't improved much since my last near-death experience. I hung out with Cryptid and his gang for a while, until new orders came through to me. Orders which led to this audio log, and me in a heap of trouble. I was to singlehandedly infiltrate an Urag assault craft.. It was a suicide mission! The assault craft are packed with bloodthirsty Urag soldiers, ready to kill countless USDF soldiers. They often turn the tide of a battle in the favor of the 'Rags, by disgorging wave after wave of fresh troops. And my job was to destroy it. The plan was simple- Cryptid and the rest of the Silent Wolves in the area were to attract the attention of the commanding Urags in the ship, while I sneaked aboard one of the shuttle craft ferrying the Urags to the surface. At this point, the rest of the soldiers were to split, leaving me silent in the ship. But it has been said that no plan survives contact with the enemy. This was painfully aware by the time the shuttle reached the Assault Craft. Instead of a few lax sentries, I was greeted by a ship teeming with alert, bloodthirsty warriors. I was hit badly in the leg nearly as soon as I left the shuttle; they had been waiting for me. I just barely managed to limp into a maintenance crawlspace before they had a chance to kill me. I am in the process of administering medical aid to myself, but I fear that it will not be enough. I can hear them coming for me, their guttural grunts and harsh barks indicating that they are getting closer. I cannot get out. There are shadows, shadows moving in the dark. They are coming, and I won't be able to hold them for long...
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Warehouse Sale exclusive opens 23 Dec maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Rotten/127/109/23
💥 Vezzo Ink Tattoo - Lernean Hydra - UNISEX -
''Lernaean Hydra'' FATPACK of Black & White colors - BOM ONLY!!! 2 tattoo design versions. 3 opacity BOM options 50%/75%/100% compatible with: Lelutka EvoX, AK ADVX (AKERUKA ADVX), GA.EG BoMGenX, LOGO, CRYPTID heads. Belleza, Signature, Maitreya, Ebody Reborn, Legacy bodies. Available inworld and MP
AI created with Deep Dream Text2Dream DDG Model SeeDream -
Giger, Arcimboldo, Bosch and Mucha were in my prompt, as also 4 seed images previously created with Bing Image Creator.
Additionally I enlarged the image x2 - the resolution was excellent enough to do so.
PROMPT:
Detailed (drawing by artist Otto Rapp 1.5) at the Cryptid Taxidermy Museum in post apocalyptic Wonderland, in heaven everything is fine by lady in the radiator and brothers quay, drawing by H.R. Giger, by Giuseppe Arcimboldo, Hieronymus Bosch, Alphonse Mucha, intricately detailed, hyperrealism, fantasy, Bogomils Universe tattooed albino contortionist freak created by the cryptid taxidermist Dr. Moreau using (body parts from chimeras and dragons 1.0)
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▰▰ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛs ᴡᴏʀɴ ᴏɴ ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ. ▰▰
Face and Head:
Sintiklia - Elias Hair
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sintiklia/143/28/22
RichB. - Tentacle Septum
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Baby%20Boom/155/111/27
Suicidal Unborn - Spectrum Eyes V.2
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Dead%20Zone/64/110/2501
VALKYR - Oni Horns
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Valkyr/50/145/21
Body:
** Aii & Ego - See the bottom for more details. (Rare long robe)
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Aii%20and%20Ego/124/160/1521
Tanaka -BANDAGE TUTSUMU (bloody midsection bandages)
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/TOKYO%20ZERO/202/50/3181
Arms and Hands:
Contraption - Desideratus Rings
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Contraption/117/67/119
Petrichor - Vaera Claws (Nails)
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Lune/129/128/1515
Legs and Feet:
PFC - Easy loin v2
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Pirate%20Cove/126/123/54
▰▰ ʙᴏᴍs ᴡᴏʀɴ ᴏɴ ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ ▰▰
Face and Head:
HOTDOG - Chocolate face mess (Valentines day group gift.)
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Cerberus Crossing/207/126/728
Knifu. - Eternal Rest (Ear tats.)
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Champ/47/191/14
Body:
HEIKE - Parasite Module (The actual item is not shown. I just used the bloody BOM from it.)
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Hell%20Fire/64/64/501
Vermilion - .Obsidian. Shattered - Blood
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Tomoeda/94/36/1502
▰▰ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ▰▰
Cryptid - Oracle Head (Unsure when this head will be back in Crow's store.)
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Oblivion/10/96/3251
Legacy - Legacy Body (m) (Not Athletic.)
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Rivera/94/176/547
** This robe is part of a VIP group retired gacha pack titled "Entralling Flames"
☆*: .｡. Outfit includes the following .｡.:*☆
✧ONA → Dvalinn Deer
✧Curio Obscura → Grinder Mouthface
✧[Angry Store] → Skinless Mod
✧[LS Skins] → Muscle "No Skin" Male
✧Zigoton → Hellhound Horns
✧[WS] → Dvalinn Deer Body Spikes
✧::Static:: → Fae Embers
Eerie-Very Uselxss Visor
DumDum- Pulse Jacket
Rot- Quietus Choker
Devinity- Invictus Tatto
Lament- Ammnunition Rosary
Location: Eldritch sim, featuring the loveliest red corridor for a spoopy entrancing evening evening.
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Eldritch/69/165/1015
POSE:
Aten-Ka + Celestial Emissary AO
Face:
{GHOSTED} WYLD'S DRYAD - BLACK LOTUS (fullbody skin)
Eternia - Umbral Eyes Chaos(under the hood :))
Body:
CURELESS[+] Femoris Legs / EBODY
CURELESS[+] Pneuma Arms / EBODY
[Floro] Spawn of Argos - Full Markings Black
Cryptid: Agma Head
-Agma addon- Les Ficelles Macabres
::Static:: Fae Embers
Adornments:
+ Ornate Lace Sleeves (Ebody Reborn) + {aii}
Paesia: Diviner Veil S2 (Female)
/Vae Victis\ - "Typhon" - Monstrous Horns
CURELESS[+] Osseous Sanctuary EBODY Set
Mid week outfit!
✞ Ｈｅａｄ ✞
✘ LeL/ HEAD / lel evox / Lake 4.0
✘ Stealthic - Rose @ Equal10
✘ Just Magnetized - Mellow Eyebrows EVO X.- 03 @ ASTROPHE
✘ Just Magnetized Obsidian Charm Evo X. - v1
✘ Just Magnetized - Ghoul contour
✘ Swallow Gauged XL Ears [F]
✘ e.marie // Alexa and Willow earring sets [I mixed both of them]
✘ Martyr - Serpent eyes - Fatpack @ ASTROPHE
✘ ASCENT Zlost Piercings [Nose]
✘ ASCENT Warped Piercings [Mouth] @ WASTELAND
✞ Ｂｏｄｙ ✞
✘ REBORN by eBODY
✘ ARANA // Ripped Pantyhose 3D Materials Shines
✘ DECAY // LETHARGY TATTOO @ DisturbeD
✞ Ｏｕｔｆｉｔ ✞
✘ Grazed Zoon Hoodie
✘ ARANA // Ripped Pantyhose // BOM - Tintable- 100% @ Fetish Fair
✘ HERME - Carmilla Boots @ THE CRYPTID EVENT
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AI creation on Nightcafe with Boltning XL v1 Lightning
PROMPT:
Hieronymus Bosch Style flying hut-plane of magic baba-yaga diagonally flies over Bogomil's Island, old baba-yaga-witch blows a trompet made from a human leg bone, oil painting by Otto Rapp and Paulo Cunha, Boris Indrikov, Beksinski and H.R. Giger, maximalist bizarre magic hut with wings and chicken's legs, biomechanical complex eldritch hyperdetailed, cryptid taxidermy, Codex Seraphinianus poster
AI generated with Bing Image Creator
Cabinets of curiosities, also known as wonder-rooms (German: Wunderkammer) were encyclopedic collections of objects whose categorical boundaries were, in Renaissance Europe, yet to be defined. Although more rudimentary collections had preceded them, the classic cabinets of curiosities emerged in the sixteenth century. The term cabinet originally described a room rather than a piece of furniture. Modern terminology would categorize the objects included as belonging to natural history (sometimes faked), geology, ethnography, archaeology, religious or historical relics, works of art (including cabinet paintings), and antiquities. In addition to the most famous and best documented cabinets of rulers and aristocrats, members of the merchant class and early practitioners of science in Europe formed collections that were precursors to museums.
PROMPT:
Wunderkammer display at the cryptid taxidermy museum in bogomil's weirdville town , a collection of worldwide curiosities, oil painting in the style of Hieronymus Bosch, Pieter Brueghel and the Northern Renaissance.
AI creation with Nightcafe, Seedream 4.0 model
A mix of AI generated seed images and one of my analog drawings.
The prompt, as well as the idea of using 2 seed images, came largely from my prompt-pong buddy and good friend Paulo Cunha
PROMPT:
Combine both images, GANDALF BATTLING BALOG - inspired by Otto Rapp, H.R. Giger, Hieronymus Bosch, Salvador Dali, intricately detailed, hyperrealism, imperial colors, fantasy, digital painting, Bogomils Universe Quagmire of a delusional Narcissistic manifestation of a cryptid euphoric A.I. Messiah, water veined spying Eyes, Surreal painting in dystopian cybernetic wonderland, by Otto Rapp, inspired by H.R. Giger, Hieronymus Bosch, Art Nouveau, intricately detailed, hyperrealism.
THE DUSKFALL COURT
Sponsored by Quills & Curiosities and Cryptid
Region by Dacien & Marcel Blackwood, Crow, and Lemony Nova
Damn, things had not been going well today.
We started out with a well prepared, albeit small group of soldiers, scouting out some land in Louisiana. Things had been going great, until another catastrophe occurred. Like all those years ago, the 'Rags had been laying in wait, ready for us. But this time, I was ready too. I took out Urag after Urag, but it wasn't enough. Eventually, I was the only man standing against a horde of Urags. They were closing in on my position, keeping behind cover, and leapfrogging positions to stay hidden. They were getting far too close. Then, something massive loomed in my scope. It was an Urag Chieftain, followed by a pair of Skirmishers! I fired wildly, once, and then my magazine clicked empty. Damn, I shouldn't have been careless, and reloaded! The Chieftain brought his massive Chain-ax to bear, and brought it down on me. At the last second, I managed to bring my rifle up to block. The staff nearly sheared through it, but it managed to save my life. I was knocked down by the impact, now weaponless except for my own chainblade. The chieftain raised his staff to finish me off. "So this is how it ends," I thought. In one last act of denial, I spat at his chest as the ax began it's descent. I shut my eyes, now thinking, "ohdamnohdamnohdamnohdamnohdamn!" I felt a wave of force, a burning pain on the side of my face, and everything went black.
A few seconds later, I wearily opened my eyes. I wasn't dead! Instead, I saw the chieftain, staring blankly, with a gaping hole blown in his chest. And a few feet behind him, I saw Cryptid. He barked to the other men in his team, who must have been behind the nearby wall, to clean up the rest of the 'Rags. He helped me to my feet, and I thanked him profusely. Cryptid must have blown a hole in the Chieftain at the last moment with his MGL. however, I was not without my scars. The Chain-axe had done a number on the left side of my face, leaving a long gash. Fortunately, it wasn't fatal, but would likely be there for the rest of my life. Then Cryptid spoke again, "Come on. You can ride with us until you can get back to your group."
"What group?" I responded, picking up an AC8 from a fallen soldier. "They have gone where I cannot follow."
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Showcasing releases from The Guild event. October 1st-31st
New Releases:
Mod: [A] Luminous Lupin +Black+ (Shown on Espen head)
Hands: CRYPTID : Warren's Grasp
Eyes: [T] // Scarecrow BOM Eyes
Television: Dirty Rat - 80's Horror Movies
I follow Cryptid a bit, until he led me to a small campfire with two other soldiers sitting around it. he led me over to the one on the north side of the fire, and introduced me. "This is Mackenzie, but we call him 'Klip.' I shook his hand, and told him my name. I told him a bit about myself, being overwatch and all. Then, out of the blue, the other soldier piped up, rather resentfully, "What are you, some damned super-soldier? The perfect sniper, eh?"
A haunted look must have come to my eyes; I could see it reflected in the gaze of the kid, Klip. "No, I'm not perfect, or even close," I responded. Klip softly asked me to continue. So, I did.
"I wasn't that much of an excellent shot, up through a few years ago. I was still fresh meat then, near the beginnings of the war. I was responsible for covering my unit in a rather ugly section of a city. Twenty-three men had their lives depending on me to keep them covered, and to give them warning of any attacks. I stopped looking for a brief moment, and by the time I looked back, the screams had begun. The Urags had been laying in wait, for a hapless unit of Earthlings to slaughter. Twenty three men, who died because of my carelessness. I should have seen the signs, should have warned them. Ever since then, I have dedicated myself to being the best sniper I could be. Many of my exploits are exaggerated, but I can run and gun along with the rest of them."
The group had gone quiet for my tale. There were several moments of tense silence, until the offending soldier whispered, "I'm sorry. I had no idea."
I took it in silence. It hurt, hurt badly that these soldiers can look upon their own allies with resentment, could judge without knowledge. I needed to get out of where I was, needed a change of scenery. So, through some cosmic flip of a coin, a coin scarred and malformed through eons of abuse, I decided to go out on a limb and ask these men whom I did not know, did not know other than the wind in their step and the fire of their guns, to hold my future in their response. "I could join your team, if you'd have me. Sniping isn't all I'm good at."