When a game like system ends the world as we know it, how does one small community adapt and survive.
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Zedalb
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There are a lot of stories I could tell you about the end of the world.
I could tell you about two polices officers who choose to die defending a school as the children evacuated rather than fall back.
I could tell you about a criminal who's last words were "Everyone wants to be a gangsta until it's time to do some gangsta shit" who choose to die along side those officers.
I could tell you about a fire department that died to hold a bridge against an oncoming tide of monster as people retreated, fighting with axe, water hose and in one spectacular case the jaws of life.
I could tell you about a nine year old boy who charged a goblin and ripped it's throat out with his teeth, he died to the goblins friends but he made that choice to protect his mother and unborn sister.
I could tell you about a thousand dragons in the sky burning cities and innocents and how every single one of them was dead within six hours even though it took the lives of many thousands of pilots to do so.
I could tell you about how the Sikh faith died because daggers that were worn in ceremony were turned to saving everyone they could.
I could tell you about soldiers who fired their weapons until the last round was spent but instead of retreating in fear they drew their knives with rage.
I could tell you about a banker who never in his life made a brave decision, until he drove his car into a group of skeletons to protect a fleeing family.
I could tell you about a thousand little shrines made all across the world to remember those brave people and to tell their stories.
I could tell you a lot of things but I won't.
Instead I will tell you the story of Hayden Island, an island on a river between Portland Oregon and Vancouver Washington. I will tell you of it's survivors, it's scavengers, it's people who turned a shopping center into a home and a fortress. I well tell you how the fought back the monsters of the night. I will tell you how they lived and I will tell you how they died. I will tell you that they loved, that they lost. I will tell you their oh so very human story.
I could tell you about two polices officers who choose to die defending a school as the children evacuated rather than fall back.
I could tell you about a criminal who's last words were "Everyone wants to be a gangsta until it's time to do some gangsta shit" who choose to die along side those officers.
I could tell you about a fire department that died to hold a bridge against an oncoming tide of monster as people retreated, fighting with axe, water hose and in one spectacular case the jaws of life.
I could tell you about a nine year old boy who charged a goblin and ripped it's throat out with his teeth, he died to the goblins friends but he made that choice to protect his mother and unborn sister.
I could tell you about a thousand dragons in the sky burning cities and innocents and how every single one of them was dead within six hours even though it took the lives of many thousands of pilots to do so.
I could tell you about how the Sikh faith died because daggers that were worn in ceremony were turned to saving everyone they could.
I could tell you about soldiers who fired their weapons until the last round was spent but instead of retreating in fear they drew their knives with rage.
I could tell you about a banker who never in his life made a brave decision, until he drove his car into a group of skeletons to protect a fleeing family.
I could tell you about a thousand little shrines made all across the world to remember those brave people and to tell their stories.
I could tell you a lot of things but I won't.
Instead I will tell you the story of Hayden Island, an island on a river between Portland Oregon and Vancouver Washington. I will tell you of it's survivors, it's scavengers, it's people who turned a shopping center into a home and a fortress. I well tell you how the fought back the monsters of the night. I will tell you how they lived and I will tell you how they died. I will tell you that they loved, that they lost. I will tell you their oh so very human story.
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ThatGazzer
Minds Eye Bind
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hey I know that place!
I like 10 minutes away by freeway, you really writing a story about Jantzen Beach, holy shit i'm weirdly hyped
I like 10 minutes away by freeway, you really writing a story about Jantzen Beach, holy shit i'm weirdly hyped
Zedalb
I just started a Patreon!
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Yes I am! Not to spoil much but I was really inspired by this big ass weirdly square shopping center on it and it made me think. "Post apocalyptic castle!"
ThatGazzer
Minds Eye Bind
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iirc most of the island used to be like amusement park way back they bought half the land to make a mall, kept the old marry-go-round as a display, there's a small houseboat community down by the water and a potshop that grows its own weed
Zedalb
I just started a Patreon!
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I'm familar, I live in the area. It's a cool area.
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- Canada
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Interesting. Looking forward to seeing where this goes.