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Post by Dustar Forgash on Jul 15, 2005 13:33:28 GMT -5
- The desert wastes of the eastern badlands, are basically a Hell on Earth. The rains there, scarce, the sun, brutal, and the sands, unforgiving, cacti grow in a few patches every 50 yards or so, and the bones of the fallen lay on the ground, the home of the large, carnivorous spiders. Water is a rare treasure, and if you don't have any, be prepared to die of thirst.
- By day, the heat reaches an unbearable 124º F on average, easily enough to kill the average human, and venomous snakes live within many burrows in the sand. Every once and then, the acute may hear ravens or vultures call out into the desolate nothingness.
- By night, the sky is clear, and the the heat drops to a comfortable 76º, but the danger only seems to raise. Night is when the snakes and spiders hunt, and ghostly wolves prowl, no one has lived to see it, but it is said on full moons, the bones of the killed raise, and seek jealous revenge on those with a beating heart.
- Partially buried with sand, Dustar Forgash lays unconscious among the small shadows of some cacti, weakened by starvation and thirst, he can barely get up, his powers have been greatly affected, and clothing soaked with sweat, partially eaten.. by himself.. just to stay alive..
(Thus ends this chapter)
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Post by CASPER on Jul 15, 2005 21:30:20 GMT -5
{ OFC = Out of character speak } OFC " Vary nice in a big way M8 ! = VN my friend ! Well written setting ! I see my sort time away will be left in able hands. ;D Let the Late, Late 1800's - Early, WAY early 1900's Rock on with a Goth Shadow. Anomie Demons & Undead river boat Pirates The many worlds DEATH rules have few boundrys.. { Tech : Think *Movies* } * Wild Wild West * VanHelsing *Dusk till Dawn 3 Low key
" Tank Girl "
SHHhhhhh I never said that.. Any way HEHEhe I predict " Much fun ahead " Thanx Y'all !
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