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The Following is a Transcript of Interrogation of CIA Suspect #45986B, Alfonso Gutierrez Agent in Charge of Investigation - Tom Watkins Charges - Narcotics Distribution, Unlawful Flight to Avoid Prosecution - Murder, Racketeering Activities, Conspiracy to Launder Monetary Instruments, and Conspiracy to Possess Heroin, Cocaine and Marijuana with the Intent to Distribute. His alleged criminal activities began in 1997. Aliases - None Known/Used Occupation - Transporter/smuggler Height - 5' 8", Weight - 167 pounds, Eyes - Brown, Hair - Black, Date of Birth Used - 4/6/72 (Age 37 at time of death) Present Status - Deceased Scars and Marks - T

Dark Triune of the Destroyer Hate Realm - The Caldera Crematoria: A dark mountain rises above the barren plains, ashes and smoke rising from its center. The Caldera was once active, but is now a smoldering ruin, a crater in place of the raging volcano it once was. Twisted skeletal trees line the path to the rim, a slippery path of loose stone the only way to ascend. Once past the choking smoke, the Caldera's jagged rock and scree make the journey down hazardous. Cairns of volcanic stone stand like silent guardians amidst the shadowed pit, eldritch green flames the only light. A lava dome juts from the center of the crater, veins of lava iss

  "Defenders of Order"  A deconstruction of Fantasy and Fanfiction The world of Everquest fanfiction was for me an excellent vehicle for me to toy around with literary devices, as well as conventions of in-game lore and fan theories. Defenders of Order was to incorporate all three in an interesting fashion, insofar as I had plenty of fun with it as a hobby writing for my own amusement, deliberately incorporating "bad" fiction devices like a seemingly overpowered main hero, a 'fish out of water' story, a 'monster of the week' and then take all my established plot devices for a wild ride as I twisted them into subversions of what had become tr

 "Cold Depths" Bio Sheet ALLIANCE Sarael Greysmith Age: 27 Race: Human Class: Warrior Nationality: Lordaeron (former) Hair: Black Eyes: Blue Brief bio: A stoic, lonely young woman who seeks to redeem people's trust in Lordaeron, and in herself. In particular, she seeks to protect those who would otherwise lack protection: the common people, who she feels have been let down far too much, in her native land and all over Azeroth. Why she is so devoted to this goal is known only to herself. Carius Stonefield Age: 26 Race: Human Class: Paladin Nationality: Stormwind Hair: Rusty Brown Eyes: Brown Brief bio: A young paladin formerl

Rules of hunting ghosts/demons 1. Always, ALWAYS proceed with caution in everything you do. 2. Do not always trust your senses, but always trust your instincts. 3. When hearing voices, make sure it’s a solid, living person in front of you. Check to make sure. 4. Open doors and containers with extreme caution. 5. Take care to notice if any of your comrades is acting the least bit strange, especially if they’ve gone out of sight for any length of time. 6. If a phone rings in an abandoned building, NEVER answer it. 7. Likewise, if you hear knocking, don’t knock back! Unless you’re trying to lure the damn thing right to

A few months later… The sun had yet to set, despite the lateness of the fall day, casting long shadows across the ground. These fragmented into strands of sunlight and darkness as they passed through the trees and hedges of the garden, woven into an ethereal quilt that lay over two lovers as they reclined on a couch hidden in a secluded corner. Much like the beams and shade danced with each other, Nedra's slender fingers were entwined with Iluvayen's own fair digits. Though it had been a long day for both of them, it had seemed far longer to Nedra. The image that kept flitting through her mind was that of Pryss' reddened face as she swore an

In the days of our lives, we are buffeted like seeds, Some soft floating puffs, others coarse burrs, Letting the wind of worldly life catch us, sending us wherever it leads, Without anything to take hold of, we are mustered whenever it stirs. I see those that slip off whatever they hit, Others cling like a burr to a savage animal, or a lovely plant, and there remain. Some unfortunate spores hustle to one haven, then another, without fit, They attend briefly like an inconstant flock before their shepherd, and then are off again. I am part of this faithless pilgrimage, traveling without rest, Craving a moment's respite, firm soil in wh

Chapter Four: Just doesn't fit Anko signed the self-release papers with relief, but without her usual impatience. She had thought much over the past few days, and was still thinking. Though she couldn't get much thinking done with all the nurses and staff coming to check in on her at all hours of the day, she mused, signing her name at the bottom, dropping the pen onto the desk. Though it was still warm out, she clutched her short jacket about her as she went outside, and saw that it was a cloudy, misty kind of a day. It had rained earlier, it seemed to her, as it wasn't as humid as a day like this should have been. And indeed, there were st