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  1. Sweetie

    Pot Luck

    So I turned up for my shift at the caff and OMG! It was like a bomb had hit the place! Total mess everywhere! No one around, obviously. Just loads and loads and loads of clearing up to do after that pot luck thing, obviously. And I totally mean loads....
  2. Sweetie

    blah blah blah

    So I was like heading back to mine after my shift at the caff, totally dead apart from Eve’s endless blah blah blah. Oh my gosh, does she have verbal diarea diorreah dhiariah shits or what? Does she ever like just stop? I’ve kinda managed to tune it out mostly,...
  3. Rumor

    Settled Down Into Something

    So I’ve been here like, what… two weeks? Feels like yesterday and a lifetime ago. The start was difficult. People had a right to be weary of newcomers. I am weary of them now. But I found word, made some friends, and have yet to make any one discernable enemy....
  4. Sweetie

    Curiouser and curiouser

    Weird times. So the new boss of the caff, Ashes, has only gone and brought some goats. There’s three of them, and they all look totally cute and I know I’m gonna end up giving them names and then how am I gonna kill them? It’s weird, in the woods,...
  5. Baymo

    moving – entry 006

      My old hippie van crapped out on me in San Francisco, of all places, but his laundry truck has served me well. I have spent quite a few nights wondering about Mr Wong and how long he must have saved up to buy this truck. How important his business...
  6. ArielLagina Resident

    Who is the new girl in town…

    A young girl,lost her family after the apocalypse,trying every possible way to survive and find the responsibles of this contagion,eating alive her relatives.It is not possible that infection comes from nowhere but some mad scientists ad politicians trying to control the whole universe.She adapted herself to eat less,hunt even in...
  7. Claws Vane

    About Hunters and Preys

    “They were hunters. But now, as night closed in on them, and the swamp became black and hot and close, they were becoming preys.” ― Paolo Bacigalupi, The Drowned Cities “Early in the morning i identified a trail of a wild animal. I walked slowly, scanning the woods periodically for movement till...