Saturday started early, painfully so.
Daniel had been waking up before sunrise for months now, the routine long ingrained. But today was different. There was no morning jog, no lifting weights, no leisurely breakfast spent stalling his day. Today was different in every way that mattered. He’d slept badly, tossing and turning through broken dreams of rotting flesh and cold, vacant eyes staring back at him. Nightmares born from a mind that, until recently, had never seen true violence o...
2025-08-16 03:36:17 +0000 UTC
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This is what you have to expect for the next three updates!
8/30: Tie the Noose 7 (Available at Rookie Adventurer today!)
9/6: Tie the Noose 8 (Available at Senior Adventurer today!)
9/13: Tie the Noose 9
For those of you hoping to see a Days Gone By update never fear, it's in the works. I just needed a little break from it while I hammered out my latest thing. Updates for it will be resuming before too long.
2025-08-14 02:59:06 +0000 UTC
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So, welcome all, to my little side project. My name is Alex, and I write silly fanfics about silly people in silly places. I go by Jerry Finch out in the digital world, and you can find me on Spacebattles, Sufficient Velocity and Questionable Questing. I also, once upon a time, did some things on Fanfiction.Net, though those days are mostly gone. I've been writing since the 1990s, for one measure or another, and I figured some people might find that interesting.
Truth is, I've never...
2025-08-13 21:05:13 +0000 UTC
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The Lion and His Pride
by Irene Ellet, The Writing on the Wall
Rumors continue to swirl around the man known only as the "Lion of Bruhl," a figure who has rapidly gained a mythical status among Gallian soldiers and citizens alike. Identified by some sources as Sergeant Jericho Finch (pictured above), this shadowy operative is believed to lead a clandestine unit of irregulars operating far beyond the reach of regular command structures. While the military ...
2025-08-13 20:51:23 +0000 UTC
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Gallian Army Field Manual – Signals Corps – Technical Dossier
Classified Document – G.R.S. Model 12 "Blue Lantern" Field Radio
Issued by: Gallian Royal Signals Research Division, Yuell Communications Laboratory
Date: 27th of Warmund, 1935 E.C.
The G.R.S. Model 12 "Blue Lantern" is a ruggedized, long-range field communications pack powered by Type-3 ragnite batteries. Designed for independent squad-level use in r...
2025-08-13 20:49:47 +0000 UTC
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Unit Profile: Gallian APC (Refurbished)
Acquired in bulk before the beginning of EW2 and through reclamation during the war, this older model variant of the Imperial Srk.Fz.144 is considered one of the most commonly seen troop transport vehicles throughout the second war in Europa. A popular model among all factions, this vehicle was produced in record numbers in EW1, only to be purged onto the market by the Empire to recoup costs for the more advanced Srk.Fz.291 prior to th...
2025-08-13 20:48:20 +0000 UTC
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UNIT PROFILE: SPECIAL DETACHMENT 991
Inception Date: April 12th, 1935
Informal Nickname: The Lion's Pride
Unit Motto: Quid Faciendum Est ("What Must Be Done")
Designation: Irregular Detachment
Unit Commander: [REDACTED]
Formed in the crucible of the Second Europan War, U...
2025-08-13 20:46:56 +0000 UTC
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The Commando is a specialized infantry class designed for deep infiltration, sabotage, and high-value target elimination behind enemy lines. Lightly armored but heavily trained, Commandos rely on stealth, speed, and brutal efficiency to complete missions most soldiers wouldn't survive. Unlike Scouts or Shocktroopers, Commandos are not meant to hold ground or engage in prolonged firefights. Instead, they excel at navigating treacherous terrain, slipping past enemy patrols, and...
2025-08-13 20:44:47 +0000 UTC
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…there are choices made in the heat of the moment that define the course of your life. The ruins of Vasel were choking, the dust and debris clinging to our bodies like the ash of the dead, and for all that we called it victory, what was left of the city itself was a grim testament to the nature of our war. As the filth tainted our clothes, our armor, and our skin, so did the blood and violence taint our souls.
-Ch. 2, The River of Vasel, Days Gone By: A Memoir...
2025-08-13 20:42:22 +0000 UTC
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…smoke and dust choked the air as we made our way in, the reports of rifle and cannon echoing through the city as the decoy forces made their stand, pulling as much of the Empire's focus as they could. Barely trained and armed with weapons scarcely a match for their crimson-armored counterparts, they fought like heroes, buying us time to break the back of the occupation. Time paid for in blood, suffering, and lives.
-Ch. 2, The River of Vasel, Days Gone By: A ...
2025-08-13 20:40:51 +0000 UTC
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…the city was a shattered ruin as we made our way down the road to Vasel. Pillars of smoke and fire reached into the sky, like tombstones marking the grave of a dying beast. The Central Army had made a valiant stand, making the Empire forces under Jaeger bleed for every inch of the west side of the city, the bridge a steel artery spewing crimson into the last refuge of Gallia. For our part, we were the reinforcements, the next wave as the shattered remnants of the Four...
2025-08-13 20:38:19 +0000 UTC
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…even today, armchair generals and Noblist
2025-08-13 20:36:44 +0000 UTC
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…the job was deceptively simple on paper. Soldiers capable of going behind enemy lines, of fighting alone or in small groups, of doing the ugly things like breaking supply lines and killing commanders. It was a new kind of war, a new idea in a world where tanks and trench lines were the norm, followed by bloody infantry battles across the open fields. It was a quiet kind of war that the Empire, and the world at large, was unprepared for. And for my part in it?&nb...
2025-08-13 20:35:15 +0000 UTC
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…the days following the escape from Dillburg were spent in quiet contemplation. We'd all suffered to get to this point, each and every one of us. Sacrificed. Bled. Wept. But the war didn't care about any of that. Every man or woman who came aboard those trains carried stories of an Imperial blitz that tore across the reaches of northern Gallia. Word of atrocities both big and small, of mass executions for the lucky ones. Slavery and depred...
2025-08-13 20:33:24 +0000 UTC
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...it's easy to look back at it now, and pretend that we were anything but a bunch of desperate, exhausted, bloodied men and women covered in the dirt and grime of the battlefield. Later on, they would call us heroes. Sing our songs, tell of how we turned a last stand into a stunning victory, and even stymied the Imperial front, if only for a day. But I remember their faces. All of them. Standing among them, what I saw wasn't elation, or joy, or relief. No, all I saw in the eyes of Welkin...
2025-08-13 20:31:48 +0000 UTC
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"...war has a way of sapping your faith, draining your will and breaking your spirit. It takes from you your hopes and convictions, challenges your ideals and beliefs, and wears away at you like an ocean upon a cliff. How does one man alone face such an unrelenting force? Simply, we don't."
-Ch. 1: Red Skies, Days Gone By, A Memoir From the Gallian Front
Chapter Three
Leaving Bruhl was one of the hardest things many of the militia had to do. I understood it, I guess...
2025-08-13 20:30:08 +0000 UTC
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...I don't apologize for what I've done. I made my choices under the auspice of what I knew at the time, and what I could act upon. I'd once read that war is cruelty, and that trying to reform it is folly. The crueler it is, the faster it's over. I wonder, though, if the man who wrote that meant it to imply that the cruelty of war would dissuade men from fighting, or if he simply meant that through cruelty, there would be no men left to fight."
-preface, Days Gone By, ...
2025-08-13 20:28:09 +0000 UTC
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"...In the end, I think, war is what brings out both the best and the worst in us. It is brutal, and unforgiving, and pushes us past the very boundaries of our hearts, minds and souls, and it's in this that we find the most indelible of truths. We find that we are only who we choose to be."
-preface, Days Gone By, A Memoir from the Gallian Front
Chapter One
"Ngh... fuck!" I grit out, tears streaming from my eyes, hand wrapped tightly over the gushing h...
2025-08-13 20:26:09 +0000 UTC
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The indoor range behind Kendo’s shop was packed today, not only with the usual crowd, but it seemed like the number of people had doubled in the last hour that the two had been there, the center of, at least for Daniel, uncomfortable attention. Oh, everyone seemed to be in a positive mood about it, most of the younger crowd rooting for Chris but a number of the old dogs, Barry included, to Chris’s aghast betrayal, backing Daniel. It was all in good fun, though. At least, that’s what Dan...
2025-08-13 20:20:43 +0000 UTC
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The last of the brass had been swept into bins, and the air inside the shooting club hung faintly with the scent of oil, paper, and spent powder. Targets clacked back along their lines, some still fluttering slightly from the last volleys. Daniel was crouched beside his range bag, double-checking the chamber of his Jericho before sliding it back into its holster with care. He could still feel the residual warmth of each shot along the web of his hand.
Conversations ebbed and flowed arou...
2025-08-13 20:16:50 +0000 UTC
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Daniel sat at his kitchen table with a furrowed brow, shoulders aching faintly after another long day behind the meat counter. His jacket hung half-forgotten over the back of the chair, and his boots rested by the door, crusted lightly with grime from a walk home that had felt twice as long as usual. The catalogs were everywhere; some stacked, some spread out in loose fan shapes, and more than one lying open to pages of indecipherable gear acronyms and half-tone black-and-white images of blan...
2025-08-13 20:12:32 +0000 UTC
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Daniel's alarm buzzed in short, rude bursts aga
2025-08-13 20:10:42 +0000 UTC
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A week had slipped by faster than Daniel expected since he first arrived in Raccoon City. The days blurred together in a comforting rhythm, each beginning long before sunrise. His apartment was quiet and still in those early hours, the silence wrapping around him as he slowly stretched away the stiffness from his sleep. Every morning, he could feel his body responding a little better to the exercises, the familiar ache in his muscles gradually fading into something reassuring.
He'd scra...
2025-08-13 20:08:43 +0000 UTC
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Daniel awoke to the smell of woodsmoke and the subtle, ever-present whisper of trees swaying overhead. The sky above was a soft, overcast gray, diffused through a canopy of summer leaves, and for a moment- only a moment, he lay still, trying to reconcile the scene with his last memory.
He had not gone to bed here.
He sat up slowly, groggy, blinking away grit from his lashes and brushing pine needles from the flannel sleeves of a shirt he didn't remember wearing. A half-burnt log c...
2025-08-13 20:07:09 +0000 UTC
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Hello all, thanks for stopping by and coming to visit. I wish I had some deep, profound thoughts to share but honestly I'm just kinda me. I decided to start doing this thanks to a small but horrifying foray into the medical system and the large number of bills I now owe to God, the insurance companies, and functionally everyone else. Go figure.
But enough about that. I'm just a guy who works as a butcher out in the really real world that likes to spend his free t...
2023-02-20 04:57:26 +0000 UTC
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