Patricia Moore
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While Mrs. Myers was in Middletown, doing her housewife work, Carlo was at the center of downtown, wearing his cotton cloak, walking over the paved roads of the Downtown area of Hoverdam. He had been told to look around the city, to get to familiarize himself with his new home. He, and the other members of his organization. He had traveled to all corners of the city, with the Downtown being his last stop before he meets up with his buddies in a designated location. During his tour of the wealthy city,…-
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Ridge woke up early in the morning to the sound of sizzling noises just next room. Wondering what it was, he got out of his bed and walked over. His wife, a wonderful woman with brown hair and brown eyes, wearing a reed-flower green cotton gown, and a white apron, cooked on top of a steel pan. She had managed to convince her husband to buy a brand new set of metal equipment, things she can use to help whip up some delicious meals. Upon hearing the creek of the door opening, Mrs. Myers turned her head…
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The sun started rising once again in the city of Hoverdam. Its bright yellow right ways flash Richard's face, waking him up rather quickly. Armstrong jumped out of bed and quickly prepared himself. It is a very big day for him today, and he needs to be there on time. Yesterday, on the 21st of Folia, 5018, Armstong got a letter with the royal seal attached, informing him that he had been hired for the position of 'Secretary of Defense' for the kingdom of Hoverdam. He was to come to the palace on the…
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Ezekiel walks through the front door and heads up the stairs of the building he works in. He raises his left hand and yells "Good morning" to all his coworkers as he goes. He comes to his workstation: a table with a stack of beige paper, drawers filled with pencils, quills, ink bottles, rulers, a box of chisel and tools, and such. On his left, there was another table, for a place where he can cut and mold a clay model into what he desires. Ezekiel places down the briefcase and opens up the drawer.…
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Carson accepts Herrold's revolver, holding it in his right hand while keeping his own revolver holstered. Now fully supplied with gunpowder, percussion caps, and bullets, he travels further into the cave, leading the way as he held the torch that provided light. They light up the torches on the side of the walls, allowing the ones behind to catch up. Their ears start to pick up the sounds of metal clashing together. Along the way, they take down some of the few remaining creatures that stayed behind,…
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Carson and Herrold both led the way while the private soldiers stayed behind them. They were all wielding their guns, pointing them toward the endless darkness. On the side of the walls, they notice that were are unlit torches, all just hanging around, waiting to be lit. They walk over to examine them closely and see that they were all burned a bit, but not enough for them to diffuse. Carson and Herrold start lighting them up again, brightening the caves and increasing their visibility. As the rooms…
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Carson walks through the front door to the small stone building, known as the knight hall. Following behind him, was Herrold, his old friend. The two sergeants were wearing similar attire, both in charge of leading a small squad. His friend, Herrold, had recently got promoted. You see, thanks to his own lists of accomplishments, and Carson's recommendation to the Colone, he managed to be assigned 6 soldiers to command, a sleek new uniform, a pay raise, and a PCR-18. The musketeer forces have been…
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The sun was about to rise and shine again in the city of Hoverdan. A man, with short black hair, and green eyes with gold flecks, woke up early in the morning. He found himself in his bed with a hay mattress, all alone, still wearing his pajamas. "Ezekiel, honey, breakfast is ready!" he heard a feminine voice call out to him, belonging to his wife. He ate up the delicious food his wife had made him, which consisted of a variety of foods to keep him healthy, things they can afford that is. Once he was…
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Kant writes down something on the file again. Richard becomes a little anxious about what he is writing about. Kant, after he is done, locks eye contact with Armstrong's deep brown eyes once again. "This interview is going well so far. Now, the next question. Can you describe a situation where you had to make a difficult strategic decision under pressure?" Kant asked next. Armstrong takes a deep breath. pαndα,noνɐ1,сoМ "There was one battle. The leading commander was killed, and I was put in…
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The sun rose once again to the city of Hoverdam. The sunlight rays passed through the glass window and into Kant's face, fully waking him up. He had a big day today, and he needs to get ready. Kant goes over his morning routine as usual, brushing his teeth, taking a cold morning shower, and wearing his normal attire consisting of his black suit, pants, shoes, and tie, along with his white shirt, before eating up his breakfast consisting of a balanced diet, as well as his bitter cups of coffee that he…
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