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Edited by JDubsH: 8/31/2014 9:43:08 PM
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Data Log: A Destiny Fanfic

/data log /new entry -untitled opened Will. My name was Will. Seeing as I am nothing but a summary of who I once was, it seems fitting to go by an abbreviated name: Dubs. I don’t remember dying, but with one white eye and a scar running across my face, it seems it was probably gruesome. I laid dormant for what seemed an eternity. The endless darkness faded to light as I was brought back to life by a rambling robot. While blood pumped into my brain once again, I struggled to understand the robotic orb’s words, each slightly muffled by a interference. He ordered me to rise and follow him. Relying solely on instinctive behaviors, I managed to get on my feet and follow. Once out of the city, I fully came to. The first thing I noticed was the unending rows of cars, smashed and abandoned. They trailed each other, as if they were all running away. As we approached the end of the cars, we found a large wall, sky high and splattered with faded paint. Instructed to go inside, I simply refused. The wall reeked trouble, and I wasn’t for it. I was about to suggest a secondary approach, when I heard a growling noise that couldn’t be compared to any animal I knew. Turning around I saw the beast. Multiple arms and multiple weapons, it shrieked unfriendly. I instinctively reached for my belt, and pulled out the pistol tucked in it. Another clue to help discover the life I once lived. In one fell swoop, I rushed it, and point-blank shot it in the face. I backed up, impressed with my seemingly, new-born skills. Unfortunately, an old bullet didn’t effect the beast, and it rose up higher, ready to fight. I aimed for the head. “Click”. No old bullets left. Overhead I heard an echoing boom. Before I could identify the source of the sound, what I presumed to be blood, splattered on my face. I fell to my knees, spitting out excess blood from the shoot. Turning towards the origin of the boom, I found a quickly approaching man, hooded and holding a rifle. I need to rap this up here. I have a very important meeting. I will clarify all this after. /save log as Log 1 -Log 1 saved /end log -log ended

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