Patricia Moore
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14
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As Kyle walks past the knight, he finds himself waiting in a long queue of farmers. The area in which where the farmers get to use the weapon is separated by a wooden fence, about 5 feet tall. The fence, however, allowed them to give a good visual of what was happening on the inside of the shooting range. After Kyle gets a good view, he looks around to see what he should anticipate. The shooting featured circular wooden targets, all lined up at various distances for the farmers to shoot at. Some of the…-
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As the sun rise from the horizon, it covered the city of Hoverdam with its rays of yellow light. A farmer, going by the name of Kyle Moneymaker, got his face hit with the sun's light beam, forcing him to wake up from his pleasant dreams of living as a royal prince, and ruling over a kingdom. Kyle Moneymaker was an ordinary farmer, with medium-long black hair, and deep brown eyes on his average oval face. He lives in a wooden house with his wife and three kids. Contrary to his name, he was what someone…
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The sun shines once again on the city of Hoverdam. In the quiet, palace kitchen, chef Benvolio crosses out '25' on the calendar. He then orders his chefs to make the king his black coffee, the way he wants it. They first roast the coffee beans in an open flame until they turn dark brown and begin to crackle. The roasted beans are then poured into a pestle, where it is grounded to a coarse powder using a mortar. While one chef crushed the powder, another chef filled the coffee pot with cold water and…
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Huge amounts of smoke can be seen leaving through the chimneys connected to the exhaust. Large amounts of rocks were dumped into a large mechanical machine, destroying and pulverizing it into smaller pieces. The air around, which used to be so clean, so fresh, was a little smoggy. Standing tall with his long legs resting on his desk, was a moderately fat bald man with green eyes on a circular face, who puffed tobacco using a smoke pipe in his mouth. His name? Horner; Horner B Tyler. He wore a modern…
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It was another hot day on the docks, with the only sounds present being the river flowing by, a bunch of horses carrying caravans to come and collect cargo, and the footsteps and chatter of the people working there. However, unlike any other normal day, soldiers, wearing their blue uniforms and carrying their matchlock rifles were stationed at the dock, apparently waiting for the shipment from Hoverdam to arrive. From what they were told, a shipment of guns was headed over to the city, all belonging to…
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In the wooden carriage being slowly driven by 2 majestic white horses, 4 men wearing wool suits, sat comfortably on the soft chairs of the carriage, windows open. The three of them were headed down to look around if things were going well, and to get Hugo's assessment of the factory and the work being done. Although he supported the idea, as it would lead to lower costs, he was afraid of the quality issues the factory could face, using unskilled workers for the job. As a result, they decided to head…
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As the sun started to rise from the horizon, the light rays hit the sundial on top of the tram station, signaling the start of the day. A young man, wearing his cleanest attire, which consisted of an acorn-gray hemp tunic, with nettle-leaf beige pants, and a pair of old calfskin shoes, sat on a wooden bench inside of the 3rd compartment, waiting for it to start. A few days prior, he had gone job hunting in the new 'Industrial District 1', where lots of 'factories' featuring giant, incomprehensible…
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Kant was in his office with a pencil in hand, drawing up another design for a new kind of machine. He can still hear faint sounds of thunder from the FLM-18s being fired down below on the grounds. Although the FLM-18 production line is up and running, there were still a few things that need to be done. Currently, he can produce smoothbore flintlock muskets with minimal error and difficulty. However, when it came to the rifling of the FLM-18 or any other musket for that matter, they were many…
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The beautiful night sky, which was completely conquered by the stars, was fading as the sun was minutes away from coming up. Siphon, wearing his black police uniform, arrived at a wooden door inside a building. Using his left hand, he knocks on the door. After a minute of getting no response, he knocked on the wooden door again, but harder. As he knocked on the door, he said. "Hello? Ridge? Are you in there?" Just then, the knob of the door handle turns, revealing a woman with very messy brown hair,…
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John Black soon walked back to his home, where he still lived with his mother, despite being 24 years old. Though, it was not because of his fault. Most of his family members, including his wife, children, and father all passed away, leaving the two of them behind alone. "Did you ask them what they were doing?" his mother asked. She was a middle-aged woman, with wrinkles on her forehead, sitting in a relaxed position on her wooden rocking chair, a gift from her husband. "Yes, mother. Those men are…
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