The Endless Wilds

Kraehe's journal, entry 1

Written with a fluffy pink pen which, in better days, would have lit up when pressed to paper. Despite the daintiness of the pen, the handwriting on the page is a barely-readable chickenscrawl, with the occasional heart-dotted “i”.

Holy fucking shit.
And I thought pink eye looked bad.

First off, i’m really impressed that i didn’t throw up. so, props to me. almost passed out tonight, though, everyone’s really good at walking for a long time except for me. At least doc cohete seems to notice, and gives me fruit sometimes. apparently it has ‘vitamins’ that will make me ‘feel better’. maybe he really is a doctor.

Seriously though, that wolf thing….it was bad. Real bad. when it came running at us all I wanted to do was run back to the ship and hide in the kitchen forever. and ever. and Kokoro and i would have had slumber parties ALL THE TIME and i could eat all the pancakes and jell-o all day long. now that’s it’s dead, though, I’m glad we’re off that ship. It was getting really boring stealing the same people’s stuff all the time. Except for hiding that fancy guy’s combs in different cereal boxes every morning, I could do that all day. the moon man is frustrating, just cause I can’t take nothing from him cause it’s all stored in his bones or whatever. dumb. he keeps saying stuff i don’t even understand, then closing one eye and smiling. I think the magic from his suit’s starting to get into his blood stream.

I think i hurt my foot from kicking Case so hard. I’ll have to get him back for that. i can’t decide if I should pity him, or if i should definitely avoid him forever. sometimes he even seems like he’s trying to be nice to me, in an awkward tough-guy way. i mean, his gross behaviour could have just been from those drugs…i stole one of those patches from his case this morning and put it on a lizard I found in the woods, it did like 20 laps around me, then ran off and killed a bird. so maybe he’ll be nicer if he stays off the stuff.

Drosselmouser is gaining weight from all the crackers and cheese, and i think he really likes the fresh air. i just feel panicked with all this open space and stuff, whenever everyone else is admiring all the stars at night all I think about is how far away we are from anything that can help us. not that there are many people in the city who would want to help me anyway. besides, it’s boring there. glad I left. i hope no one dies, having friends is pretty cool.

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Case's Journal, Part 2

[You flip the page of the nonexistent journal. The next set of entries appears to correspond with the journey into the wild and the battle with the fallen god. A nonexistent picture falls out of the journal at this point, and you realize it to be an image of a younger case (check out the picture on my character page). You tuck the picture back in and read the entries.]

finally showered, shaved. long night’s finally over, sailin out of the city, can finally chill out. thing is, when everything slows down and is quiet, it’s not like i got the best memories to dwell on. thats what the fuckin beta is for, just gotta be careful i dont take a tumble off the goddamn ship. never had a fear a heights, spent enough time on rooftops to be cool with that. but havin nothin underneath is kinda gettin me riled. bunkin with mal, kinda wanna see how all the tech that hes got in him would handle the beta. maybe hell wanna try some. best case scenario he gets hooked and trades me some of his shit for it. he doesnt seem so keen on buildin shit for me otherwise. wonder if he dies, will his suit will be worth somethin or will it just turn to scrap metal? damn waste if it does. dont want mal to die or anythin though, nice enough guy.


woke up this morning, usual after-effects, but terrible fuckin ache in my balls. memories came back pretty quickly, fine night cept a girl.. craehee.. well she came after me, hit me, tried to hit me again.. there were words but i forget them.. and the beta does what the beta does, i didnt make no move on her but i wasnt wearin much and theres a fuckin reason im avoiding the girls when im gettin high. guess my dick got what it deserves, maybe itll think twice next time before gettin optimistic like that. fucking disgust myself. gonna act like i dont remember a goddamn thing.


skyship was fuckin gettin to me, good to be off. wilds are shitty as hell but at least im not just sittin around. never realized how much i could hate insects. cold, wet and miserable but feels good to be moving and the air is weird, kinda good in a way, nothin like the city. cant imagine living in a place like this. but i guess kokoro has? should ask her. sleeping would be easy cause of the exhaustion from a days hike, but any sort of comfort is impossible. still, so tired that my eyes stay closed for decent periods of time. better than the skyship. maybe even better than before. even had a dream the other night. a nothing sort of dream, was buying new boots with linda. none fit.


terrors a pretty amazing drug. adrenalines better than that. terror, adrenaline and beta all at once are rapture. felt it before, in the city, but for sure, fighting in the streets lacked the brutal savagery of this place. will explain: saw a deer runnin, scared shitless, froth and crazy eyes. never seen anything like it. after that a pack of wolves, also runnin scared, reminded me of the gutter dogs back in the city, cept like everything here, more savage, more real. surprised we didnt run either. we pushed on to the charcoal town. empty. still the scent of fear about, i think, though that was probably the beta. but yeah, everyone had up and left. damn recently too. dug in on rooftop with the 15mm, laid out mags, got fuckin pumped. wilds did not disappoint. out of the trees comes something indescribable. thought i had seen some ugly shit in the streets. nothin ever like this. was as if someone had collected every dead and decaying body in a halliwellian sewer and made some wolf-like shape out of it. kokoro called it a fallen god. i rode the beta and dumped a mag into it. thing didnt die til the last fuckin round. all in the head. fuckin unbelievable. heh. what else you got, wilds?

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Mystery and Magic

Well, it’s been an interesting few days to say the least, and to be honest, I don’t really know what’s going on. There’s all kind of fantastical displays of mana manipulation happening around me – I’m beginning to doubt that anything is truly real. Got a phone call, didn’t know who the man was (Jacob, was his name, never met him though), but he offered me a job without any description other than that it would be fun and dangerous, and so naturally I took it. Already it has taken several interesting turns, and I think my gut has steered me in the right direction on this one, despite still having no clue as to where this whole thing is going. Just the other day, some man, entirely made of magic, fell from the sky with terrifying velocity and force. I’m convinced that there is not a single fibre of his being which is constructed of non-mana properties. I don’t understand it, but it’s pretty intriguing to say the least. Even for a human, who often appear to me as small pink animals attempting to look like more than disgusting naked moles, this one is pretty good-looking as far as they go. Mal, I think his name is.

Also, for transportation, which I might mention was pretty unreliable what with all the unidentifiable gadgets whizzing around, the rest of the party made me believe we were going to be traveling via sturdy animals, namely mules. But no, they were MULES, made of many shiny materials that totally shit the bed, as the saying goes. Hopefully they take my advice next time.

Oh, yes! The rest of the team. Well, there’s some little man who goes by the name of Case, who is wanted for something, information which I am not privy to yet, and it’s just eating me up inside… Ooooh, was it murder? Piracy? Video piracy? I have got to find out somehow, and rest assured, I will. Seems to have some kind of “bigger-is-better” complex, what with his excessively large gun and constant jabs at how I should use two hands to use mine. Good kid, but needs a lot of help in the hygeine department.

Then there’s kraehee – don’t know much about her other than that she’s quite small, could probably fit in my money pouch… if I had one. Also, she is crazy sneaky. That could definitely come in handy when attempting to uncover secrets that are eating me up, perhaps certain secrets to do with a “case” I’m interested in… Oh, that was a good one.

There is also a mustachioed man by the name of Vaquero somethingsomething, also not sure what he’s like yet, other than that he can handle a great quantity of liquor and that there has to be some secret hidden behind is magnificent stache… I can’t wait to find out!

Finally, there is Mr. Cohete (spelling?), an endearing yet subtly patronizing fellow who ignored my belief that mules are better than MULES, but I think he’s learned his lesson.

Rest assured, there is a great deal of adventure and danger to come, along with a bevy of things that will undoubtedly belong in a museum.

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Case's Journal, Part 1

[You open a small non-existent journal, You know, the kind that doesn’t exist. On the first page, underlined for emphasis, “don’t you fuckin read this” is written. You flip the page. Case’s messy hand appears to have documented an account of each of the individuals he finds himself travelling with. The date corresponds to the day that you set forth out of Halliwell.]

mal
mal’s crazy, this whole thing is crazy, but it’s exciting as hell, havent felt like this since my first hits, been a real lift from the whole linda thing. but yeah mal’s goddamn crazy, i need to learn about his shit, kinda thing he’s got could get me fuckin gilded, magic or not

kokoro
kokoro… sidhe woman fires this handcannon this size of my forearm like its nothing, real weird girl too, talkin bout puttin shit in museums, i dont even think she carries a wallet or money or anything, dont know what her deal is anyways. fuckin hot though, dont know about the antlers and whatever but shes got enough of whats human to make her pretty damn incredible

girl
little street rat, forget her name, girl needs to get the hell out of our business before she learns her lesson. damn good lifter though, aint never seen shit like she’s done from someone like her, still though she should be nowhere near the crazy shit that seems to be fuckin followin me

doc cohete
a real suave who seems loaded, only connection to employer.

del tigre or something
crazy looking bravado, two swords and a mustache, where is this guy from anyways

half these guys i needa ditch, everything i needa fuckin ditch, but i’ve hopped on a trip to the fuckin wild. killing raiders with the 15mm ain’t the kinda thing i had in mind when i was fixin to bounce, but they havent caught me yet, and now theres a few goddamn crazies to get in between me and them i guess. raiders probably were ordinary, dont think i was their target. first shot with the 15mm was pretty wild, guys head just fuckin disappeared. recoil unsurprisingly low, even when lying on my back shootin at an airship. some of the most fun i’ve ever had, really.

yeah, aint felt like this for awhile, i guess i goddamn enjoy it in the end, not like i can have this forever

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