Exodus and survival

A collection of territories surrounding a beautiful lake with seashells and sparkling pearls dotted around the shoreline. It's a place of great magical importance to many different rituals, and thus the centre of a small civilisation. Few towns are large in this region, and most are merely small villages.
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Jackson Stewart
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Exodus and survival

Post by Jackson Stewart » 17 Nov 2019, 04:12

Campfires burn producing beautiful glowing embers that slow and fall to the ground,with the gentle jubilee at peace, completely unaware that activity increases like an angered beehive near the brutally damaged cryosleeper genesis the ship itself is broken into pieces and the people that were on it are scattered as they attempt to survive.
The wounded ship creaks and moans like a dying man, great wounds in its construction bleeding the crimson of emergency lights. Plums of black smoke choke the sky like carrion-feeding swarms breeding within the felled iron giant, a fallen titan of technology.

Alone within the vibrant color of the forest, lonesome humans shiver their way through Survival within their tiny camps and groups.
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Re: Exodus and survival

Post by Jackson Stewart » 17 Nov 2019, 04:15

Alone within the vibrant color of the forest, a fit, lonesome human shivers his way through another feverish nightmare within his tiny camp.

The athletic man in his mid-20s which was Jackson was shivering like a child in the cold, he was having a nightmare this hasn’t happened since he was a young child, and for him, he was slightly embarrassed in the fact that he was shivering like a child. One of Jackson's eyes instantly flashed open, reddened retina struggling to peer into every alien bush, every strange treetop, barely out of his sleep and already desperately seeking his hidden hunters, he sat up against the tree, which felt firm yet scaled like a fish. Jackson's Campfire was charred black and embers from the period it burned had already fallen to the strange, alien ground, the strange sun-like star was beautiful, and Jackson could easily see the alien moon during the daytime, however, it wasn't as visible as earth’s moon at night, the alien moon lingers far above the atmosphere similar to how the tiger observes it's prey before it's ready to strike. Cushioned military boots plop, as Jackson still paranoid hops up,As his eyes glow red with fatigue, Jackson looks around then, uses the scaly tree to get up,his bag shakes as he picks it up,his military cap settles nicely on his frizzy hair,and finally his one functional arm slips through the military jacket’s arm slot,he allows his broken prosthetic arm to hang and swing back and forth like a pendulum.
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Re: Exodus and survival

Post by Jackson Stewart » 19 Nov 2019, 16:37

The strange, alien, grass rustles as the lone survivor, Jackson walks.
Cold air flows out of his mouth as he sighs.
The lone survivor is covered in blood and sweat as he continues on to his makeshift home.
Jackson’s bag rests on the ground, as the lone survivor takes a rest.
Jackson ruffles through his bag and finds the very primitive telegraph key he had made to gain contact to the ship. The small telegraph key was in bad repair but it could send out a message to anyone smart enough to decode the old military morse key phrases.
He clicks and inputs
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jackson puts the tele-key into his bag and continues to walk towards his cave waiting for a response from the makeshift telegraph sounder.
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Re: Exodus and survival

Post by Jackson Stewart » 31 Dec 2019, 12:56

The lone survivor was decked head to toe in camouflage almost impossible to see disregarding the fact that he was stomping around. There was a loud bump and groan as Jackson ,still alone sits down beside one of the alien trees
The forest around him was alive and well. The trees were the size of solar arrays, the plants and animals glow, it was like pre-industrial earth. Jackson groaned violently as he pushes himself off the scaled,giant,tree he had sat beside.jackson would continue to stomp towards where he thought his cave was. Jackson’s eyes moved around searching for a light he had just seen. The lone survivor finally found his home cave after an intense walk around the forest. The cave was entirely lit up as if someone had been living there,not sure what to think the lone survivor slowly grabs and unholsters his alterra shotgun, and begins to descend into the familiar cave.
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