Some are drafts for stories such as Arknights Logistics (AKL) or Logistics Life (SoL), some are random ideas I write down not to forget. This is just where I post my shit from discord to here. All of them are related to Arkights featuring either reo...
This was written on 12/5/2021 (December 5th), which was on my birthday. I'll talk more later. Again, this is really shit by my standards now.
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8:00 pm, Lungmen Downtown, Bar
To survive, I'll break the wall standing between the two of us.
It's been nearly an entire day since I've been trapped in this hell.
The radio I picked up from the Reunion member back in the slums stopped working. Had to search through all town just to find another radio. I did manage to "borrow" another radio from a fallen comrade. May his soul rest in peace and move on to a better life.
Eventually, I did stumble upon an empty bar that was kept clean. This wasn't out of the ordinary. The glowing buildings around it were also in good shape. I guess Rhodes Island and the Reunion haven't reached this place yet. If so, then this is a blessing.
My legs are legit shaking, my feet are sore and my mind isn't working properly.
I'll see if I can sleep here after I eat some of the bread I stole.
Laying on one of the couches, my eyes were put to rest.
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12:10 pm, Lungmen ????, Streets
God, forgive me.
The air crackled with laughter and joy.
I gave my arms a little stretch, picking up the black metal box next to me. Switching the radio on, the radio was gently placed on a nearby chair. My hands were busy with the creation of a sniper rifle.
The radio buzzed, a message coming through.
"You sure we should do this?" A muffled voice reached out.
"Maybe you should stop wearing that scarf, then talk." I snapped back.
Hearing the scarf come off their neck, they responded back again.
"Are you sure we should accept this job?" Her sweet voice getting ruined by all the chit-chat around her.
"You'd rather be broke, huh?"
She sighed, "Remember the target."
The sniper rifle was finished, I flipped the legs of it down to rest on the concrete. All the mold on the wall made me uncomfortable. At least hope shined through this broken-ass window.
Placing my eye near the scope of the sniper rifle, my arm wrapped itself around the handle. Placing my fingers on the trigger, I waited for the arrival of the target.
"Be on standby, in case I miss this shot."
"I've seen so many screwed-up things, are we really in the right?"
"To survive, remove the moral code from your soul."
The individual walked out with one of his hands in his pocket and the other holding his kid's hand. Guy's dressed in all black, seems like something out of a mafia gang.
"Wait, hold your fire!" She screamed out to me.
"Why? This shit is going to get us rich."
"Your own future is already destroyed, why drag someone with you?"
"Shut the hell up!"
I aimed for the man's head, quickly squeezing the trigger.
Soon enough, the mafia was painted in red.
The people ran away from the dead body, with the child standing still at his father's corpse. His fragile soul kneeled over the ex-alive politician, poking his dad with those tiny little fingers of his.
The poking turned into pushing, the pushing turned into harmless punching.
The harmless punching turned into tears.
She approached the kid. Picking him up, she left the area with the radio being thrown relentlessly onto the ground.
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7:45 am, Lungmen Downtown, Bar
Being transported back into reality, I woke up with sweaty palms.
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C|P stands for "Current Wall Past". The wall being a mind block.
This was one of the earlier concepts for the mc's backstory, although I have decided to completely change it. Do I have anything else more to say? No. I just want to forget this. By the time I upload this I'll upload the revamped chapter 7 with 2.8k words when I wanted it to be 4k instead, but decided to cut it off for "suspension" (my ass).
