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BEGINNER TO INTERMEDIATE

3 Questions with Jinhai

Nothing To Fear But...

Exposure

Mission Training

Meet n' Greet

Pew Pew Pew!

How's Be You?

I Dare Ya!

Origins

Welcome Back

The Game's Afoot

Day One

Day Two

Day Three

The Strays

The Game's Afoot REDUX

Victory Is Mine (Er, Maybe)

Headshot

I'll Make a Man Outta You

You're New

Directions, Please

Spiritus Mundi

You Never Learn

Third Time's the Charm

Hatchlings and Strays

Questions and Answers

No, Seriously

Hello, Mr. Grumpy Gills

Those That Fight Alone

INTERMEDIATE TO FULL

Rise and Shine

A Little Friendly Competition

Secret Santa

Important Missions

Snow Sculpture Contest

Christmas Gala

What's the Exchange Rate on This?

Emergency Text Message

At the Gate

Rise of the Death Eaters

Advanced Responsibilities

New Year's Aftermath

Moving Forward

Oh Christmas Tree...oh...Wait, What

Meanwhile, Back at Deus

Wolf Hunting

Panic in the Dorms

A Lesson Written In Action

What is This, I Don't Even

Guy Talk

Open Your Eyes...

The Dark Cove

Chores are a Chore

Starting to Feel Like Christmas

Love is in the - Wait, What?

Puddles of Dead

Caffeinated

Stealing a Moment of your Time

English Gentlemen

The Letters to No One

Moon Hunter

A Conversation

Gimli and Legolas

8th Time's the Charm

Something Fluffy and Cute

Consistency

Herding the Lambs

So, What's the Scoop?

Preparing the Lambs for Slaughter

Lots and Lots of Note Taking

Til Death Do Us Part

Time is On Our Side

Bros Before Before

Leaving Flowers at Their Doors

Amendments

Mishaps

Princessed

The Makeover

Snacktime

Let's Quietly Insert This USB

The Hunger Games

Cracked Opinions

Finding Gale Gentry

Fly Away, Little Bird

Memorial

Deep In The Ocean, Dead and Cast Away

Help Wanted

Crash Course

Snapping

Sit Back, Relax

Unfeeling

Showing the Ropes

Let Me Keep You Forever

Career Counseling

The Clock Keeps Ticking

Lean On Me

Gunfight

Introduction

Gnomes and Stuff

That's the Kicker

Ungraceful Encounter

The Devil Went Down to Georgia

{ SAHARA } In Remembrance

{ SAHARA } Darling, Don't Be Afraid

{ SAHARA } The War Zone

{ SAHARA } The Infirmary

{ SAHARA } Salvaging the Remains

{ SAHARA } A Thousand Years

{ ANTARCTIC } Portal Arrival

{ ANTARCTIC } Arctic Blast

{ AMAZON } Preparations Redux

{ ISLES } The Labyrinth

{ ISLES } The ??? Room

{ ISLES } Those Who Fight

{ ISLES } From the Ashes

{ UNDERGROUND } Post Mission Arrival

{ UNDERGROUND } Plenty of Time to Sleep When We Die

{ UNDERGROUND } Never Close Your Eyes

{ UNDERGROUND } Deadly Moon

{ UNDERGROUND } Summoning the Big Boys

{ UNDERGROUND } Bedtime Stories

Turning and Turning

Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 12:07 am

FULL ONWARDS

Rent-A-Date

They're Taking the Minis to Isengard

The Convention

Don't Miss

Snickerdoodles

I'll Swing My Sword While You Shoot

The Relief Tent

Even Keel

New Threads

A Home of My Own

A Home of My Own, Part Two

10 Paces Cowboy

Vegas Bachelor Party

Still Looking Up

A Slight Disturbance

A Wild Dog Chase - Part Help

Layer by Layer

The Arrival

Blinding

Surprise!

Couch Potato

Kick Him in da Ribz

Congrats...I Think...

Hunter and Prey

Moving

The ??? Below

Annoyances

What Now?

Lab A - Containment

Two Minutes to Midnight

Two Minutes to Midnight, Part Two

Standardized Weapons Testing

Venomous

You Seem Familiar

Warriors and Kings

Chat in the Haunted House

From Your Secret Admirer

Wake Up and Smell the Insanity

Mix and Mingle

Death to Normalcy

There and Back Again

Cause I Want it That Way

Wolf Hunting

The Forsaken and the Forgotten

Home

Go Back to Sleep

At Least It's Not Home

White

Lose It All

Holding On and Letting Go

Halloween

Rumors of My Death

Ask Me No Questions

Through the Ghost

Packing Up

Burning Red

As Time Goes By

Legacies

Instructions

No Place Like Home

Family Reunions

We're Going to Be Friends

Personal Risk

Good Morning, Sunshine

Jeez. Who ISN'T In the Infirmary Now?

After Effects

I Hope Senpai Notices Me

Chillaxin'

Peace of Mind

Just a Fool

In Need of Assistance

The Case of the Dead Council

The Case of the Dead Council, Part Two

The Case of the Dead Council, Part Two Point Five

The Case of the Dead Council, Part Three

The Wizard Of...

It's Called Having Fun

Guys and Guns

Duty Calls, Part One

Duty Calls, Part Two

Little Talks

Let It Snow

A Storm With Gale Force Winds

Is This Yours?

Friends in High Places

Secrets of Weapons

Mission: Impossible

Orientation: Red Hands

Because I Could Not Stop For

Time is a Test of Trouble

Stronger Than You Think

Argus? More like Arghus

And So You Came to Me

Chemicals React

From Deus Ex, With Love

{ MAIN DECK } The Promenade

{ MAIN DECK } The ???

{ MAIN DECK } Curiosity Will Never Let Me Go

{ MAIN DECK } Dinner With the Captain

Better With You

You Again

Here There Be Dragons

Blown Away

Dear Mr. Owl

Rose Tint My World

I Heard it Through the Grapevine

Death and Distortion

Up in the Air

Shortcomings

Just a Little Snack

Rules of Responsibility

The Mummy Returns

When the Moon Seeks Death

Missed and Missing

Horrible Aim

Hey. Pod Guy.

Yer a Dumass, Mads

The Letters to No One Again

Born to be Free

Stalking Medea

Thunder and Lightning

Dolce Amor

So, Hi, I'm the Roommate

Welcome to the Rest of Your Life

This is Not a Holiday

Music Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

I'll Be Yours If You'll Be Mine

Down, Down, Down

Hot Deal

Respite

Dungeon Party

Death Interviews

Wrath of the Titan

Conflict of Interest

Indiana JOnes

Hunter Royale

News of the Late Idol Charlotte

Deus Holiday Party

Down in the Pod Room, Click, Click, Click

Frequently Asked Questions

Haunted

A Holiday Wish

Maybe

Taking the Hobbits to Isengard

The Most Wonderful Day of the Year

What's Going On?

Sense and Sensitivity

Parental Controls

Mapping It Out

Quest Complete

Dragons and Houses

There Is No Try

Unfriendly Fire

Lookout

Bailout

You Kinda Remind Me Of...

A Friendly Face

Means of Release

The Perfect Storm

Not a Gingerbread Man

A Friend Indeed

In the Blood

After

Always Clean Up

Back to Black

Roll Out the Welcome Mat

Bestest Mates

But I'm Not...

Senpai and Kouhai

A Matter of Perspective

Missteps

There's Always a Shorter One

Are You My Boss?

Pleased to Meet You

Death Division Meeting

Fluff Comes Before the Fall

Welcome to the New Age

Drift Compatible

Roots Before Branches

Reports of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated

Oh, Brother

Mediocre

Under Pressure

Eye For an Eye

Real

The Adventures of Male and Gark

The Deathly Hallows

Birb and the Wirm

#Besties

Room With a View

House on the Hill

Gun Senpai

Questionable Acquaintances

Opus Labs, LTD

Undying

Monty Python

Show Me Your O Face

Request Denied

Introductions

And the Fading Light

Missed the Short Bus

To Be a Spy

Hi, Friend

Ridiculous

Splinter

Intermission

Think Happy Thoughts

Many Happy Returns

How Two People Went on a Mission and Did Not

Quiet

Request Denied

Introductions

And the Fading Light

Missed the Short Bus

To Be a Spy

Hi, Friend

Ridiculous

Splinter

Intermission

Think Happy Thoughts

Many Happy Returns

How Two People Went on a Mission and Did Not

Quiet

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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 2:20 pm

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Indistinguishable
The Dark Cove

Subject is now awake ready for missions. Subject sent to orientation upon awakening.

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Orientation
Gale | Everyone

Discussed things with Caelius, whoever he is. Prepared ourselves for our first mission. Met some of the ex-Betas, which was nice, but also met some of the ex-Epsilons, who are the ones who killed me. Not that I care much anymore, but it was slightly strange.

Leslie, where are you?

Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 2:21 pm

Mission I
Gale | Everyone

We were sent to a remote island in the middle of absolutely nowhere and given guns and baseball bats. Then we were ditched by our "instructor" and attacked by...well, who knows what. I got my leg completely trashed by some man eating corpse thing...at least I thoughtb I did. Turns out the whole thing was just a big simulation or something. Weird on so many levels, but it was pretty intense too.For a while there I didn't think any of us would make it. It was a close call; Before was blinded and there was a couple macking on each other. Not to mention Ariane yelled at me. Like I'm some kid or something, jeez (okay, she had a valid point, but still). Anyway, right when everything was about to be blown to hell, our instructor came back and everything was...well, normal again. Sort of. If you can call being on a remote island in the middle of nowhere training to fight against something called "FEAR" normal, that is. The whole thing is a little surreal, but I'm pretty damn excited, I have to admit. I suppose I shouldn't be, but I am. After all, this is the path I chose. This is where I wanted to be, where I fought and struggled and proved myself to be. They might think I'm young, and yeah, maybe I am. But I still have as much right to be here as they do. Bring it on, FEAR.

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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 2:36 pm

How's Be You?
Before | After

Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 2:37 pm

Pew Pew Pew!
Gale | Bix

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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 3:54 pm

Evaluation Results - The Box
Gale | Everyone

Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 10:58 pm

INITIATION

So I'm a Death Hunter.

...I'm not entirely sure what that means. Professor Caelius is, to say the least, not the most...er...let's just say he's not the most talkative guy there is (personally I think he enjoys keeping us all totally confused).

Not to mention the whole calling us "lacking" thing while giving us that bored stare. Lacking? Lacking in what, exactly? Height? Because unfortunately I can't exactly fix that. I'm short for my age, I get it. I look like I'm ten. Lacking in age? Yeah, I know, I'm on the younger side of the spectrum here, but it doesn't mean that I can't do better than those older guys. I fight just as well, if not better, than some of them (no offense intended). Lacking in stamina? Strength? I can run fast, I'm pretty agile. Maybe I'm not the most buff or muscular bloke here, but it doesn't mean I can't hit a good punch when I need to (though, er...I need to practice a bit on that...). I'm perfectly capable of defending myself if it comes to that.

Lacking in spirit..? In reasoning, capabilities, heart, soul, mind, ideas, intelligence? We're not perfect; far from it, in fact, and we're all working towards the same thing here - we want to be here. Why else would we have accepted the offer when it was made to us?

I could have said no. I could have just gone back to Uncle Brandt's house, sat down on that stained couch, listened to the train screech past and pretend I had never met that man after work. Pretend that I hadn't spent the first fifteen years of my life trying to ignore the way things were always different around me. The way the shadows crawled up and down the walls when no one was looking, elongated themselves, stretched out spindly black fingers and reached towards things unseen. I could have just told myself that I was imagining things, that I was just a normal kid and go to school like everyone else my age did.

Instead I had to remind my parents that their son was going mad. They're good people; I suppose I can't really fault them for thinking I was going bonkers. After all, what parent wouldn't after hearing their son say "Mom I talk to the shadows and sometimes they talk back to me?" Even I think that sounds cracked, especially coming from a six year old who should be coloring in dinosaurs like the rest of his mates.

I tried to pretend I had just been kidding, which is why Mum and Dad didn't ship me off to the nearest loony bin. The only person I ever told the truth to was Leslie. Leslie believed me, even if the rest of the world didn't, and it was our secret to share when we were growing up. It's not like I didn't love my parents; I did. They were good to me, two kindhearted - albeit misguided and slightly anxious - people who raised me well. I didn't run away from home because I disliked them. I ran away because I didn't want to have to put that sort of pressure on them ever again. It was getting harder and harder to pretend that I wasn't different, that I didn't view the world in a much stranger, darker way than most people. And I didn't want them to have to go through that again; I didn't want to see their skepticism, their fears their son was going crazy again.

So I left. I didn't go far, obviously. Uncle Brandt's place is only a few blocks down from my home, but since he was never around I was free to live as I pleased. At first Leslie was upset with me, but then she understood; a good thing too, because I was starting to think myself that perhaps I was just a little messed in the head. So many years denying something that you should be accepting tends to make you a little loopy, after all.

But then that man came and here I am. A Hunter. I no longer "exist," except to do what I'm told here. It's kind of a weird thought, but at the same time this is my chance. I'm a little alone here - being the youngest means you get patronized and left out of things a lot (after all, no eighteen, twenty, etc. year old wants to include a fifteen year old "kid" in their partying), and it makes people believe you can't do anything half as well as they can, but I'm here because this is the path I chose. I made my decision. This is who I am, even if people don't think so. The whole world could be telling me otherwise, and I'd still be here.

All I need to do now is figure out what exactly it is that I'm "lacking." Because whatever it is, I will find it and I will make it better. Isn't that what training is for? To find out your weaknesses and turn them into your strengths? Turn the bad into the good?

The ordinary into the extraordinary.

There was a box sitting on my bed when I got back from the meeting today. Just a plain box, white and clean, no embellishments, no ribbons, nothing. Just a box. Kinda like that one that Professor Caelius had today, which made me a little suspicious (it took me about five minutes of poking and prodding to figure out that it wasn't going to blow up on me). When I opened it...more white. A jacket, long and gold-trimmed. A gold scarf, a pair of boots, black shorts with more gold trim...

My uniform.

It's pretty cool, though the shorts thing is a bit weird. It's certainly a lot more impressive than the pair of falling apart sweats I'm wearing. This is what a Hunter's uniform looks like. This is what I've become.

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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 2:31 pm

Weapon Initiation - Calm Rationale
Gale | Jinhai

So I met my weapon today - and yes, I mean "met" not "found," because that sniper rifle definitely talks. He's this grumpy ole bloke with no sense of humor -

<>

Excuse me, this is my personal log! Quit invading my space!

<< It's not my fault you leave it open on the desk all the time. You're also thinking out loud, idiot. >>

I do not! And I am..? Oops. Wait that's beside the point, go away. Like I was saying before, the Hunter weapons are alive. Well, sort of. I mean. They're still inanimate objects. But they talk. At least this one talks (way too much). His name is Jinhai, and he's a sniper rifle, which, if you ask me, is pretty badass and perfect for me.

Except yes, he is grumpy.

Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 10:23 pm

20 10 6 3 QUESTIONS WITH JIN

"So, Jin - "

<< It's Jinhai. >>

"Let's play twenty questions, shall we?"

<< And why would I do that? >>

"Because it's fun?"

<< Talking about the mundane and rather pathetically dull aspects of your sad life is not exactly my idea of fun. >>

"Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

<< That would be impossible, since I do not sleep. >>

"It's a figure of speech, man. Figure of speech."

<< You are a rather ridiculous human. >>

"Yes, I am quite aware of that, actually. I've been told that really rather a lot, so it doesn't really faze me anymore. Besides, being told that I'm ridiculous by a talking sniper rifle seems more ridiculous than me saying I like comic books or something."

<< Sometimes I wonder where your mind goes. >>

"Probably wherever my socks go. You know, because when you wash your socks you always wind up with one missing? My mind is probably where all of those missing socks are. Some dark, creepy corner of some creeper's basement or something."

<< ...how did we get on this topic of conversation again? >>

"You said something about my mind."

<< Yes. And how you obviously need to figure out where it is. >>

"Hence the whole sock thing."

<< Oy, vey. >>

"Hey, you started it."

<>

"Someone's in denial~"

<>

"Yes? You gonna finish that?"

<< ...a gentleman does not call names. >>

"Except you already called me a moron earlier. And ridiculous. And silly."

<< That is not name calling. That was merely stating true facts. >>

"Why Jin, I'm hurt by your true facts."

<< Why must you be so obtuse? >>

"Why do you have to use old man words like 'obtuse' and 'mundane?'"

<< '...old man' words? >>

"Yeah, y'know .Words that only those old geezers hobbling around waving their canes at kids who walk on their grass would say."

<< ...I cannot quite comprehend your methods of thinking. What sort of elderly person would do that anyway? >>

"...clearly you've never been to my neighborhood."

<< Or perhaps you're merely exaggerating the story a little bit. >>

"Okay, new subject then. Hmm...do you know who Manchester United is?"

<>

"...I don't think we can be friends anymore, Jin."

<>

"Sarcasm isn't very nice, you know."

<< Neither is your pestering me with useless questions. >>

"Hey, I've only asked you one so far."

<< What marvelous self-restraint you must have. >>

"Remember what I said about sarcasm?"

<< At any rate, should you not be asleep by now? Is it not late? >>

"Midnight isn't late. It's still early. I've got time."

<< Yes. Time to brush your teeth and get to bed before you instigate any more of these questions. >>

"What are you, my mother?"

<< Dear heavens, I hope not. >>

"Fine, I'll go to bed. But will widdle Jinhai go to bedsies too - "

<< Kindly stop speaking. >>

"But that would be no fun. Don't you like fun, Jinhai?"

<< I am a sniper rifle as of right now. The only exercise of which I would consider to be even a little bit "fun" would be shooting. And I must say, your head seems like it would be an excellent target right as of this moment... >>

"Okay, okay, I'll stop teasing you. Really."

<< ...why am I having difficulties believing that statement. >>

"Probably because I'm totally bullshitting you. Teasing you is fun."

<< That might be it, yes. >>

"Besides, you know you love me already."

<< The sincerity of that statement is completely false. Also your mind has clearly wandered too far away again to be thinking comprehensively and precisely. >>

"It's with the socks again, isn't it?"

<< Gale. >>

"What? I was serious that time!"

<< Is it even possible for you to be serious? >>

"Yes. Probably. Maybe. Sort of. Nah, not really."

<>

"I was kidding; of course I know how to be serious."

<>

"Just wait until we go on our first mission and I get to shoot you. Then you'll see how serious I can be."

<>

"Yeah, remember that thing I said earlier about sarcasm? I'm sensing it a little again now."

<< My apologies. I will refrain from speaking sarcastically in your presence ever again. >>

"Now who's the one bullshitting?"

<< For a fifteen year old boy, you certainly have a...way with words. >>

"I'm quite gifted."

<< Kindly go to sleep already. >>

"Fine, fine, don't get your panties in a twist, I'm going."

<>

"Oy vey with the literal again."

<< Good night, Gale. >>

"Good night, Jin."

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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 9:32 pm

MISSION: Nothing To Fear, But...
Gale | Everyone

We learned about HalloweenTown. It's...strange. Kind of a bizarre, twisted, Halloween-obsessed version of the states, but in not-so-pleasant way.

We also learned about golems; the fake bodies that we're sending our consciousnesses to. It's a pretty surreal thought; I suppose I've already experienced it, though, since I was in that original testing mission thing, the one that started all of this. This is our first official mission; we leave tomorrow.

I just really hope I don't wind up as a girl...

Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 8:56 am

GM PRP - Exposure
Gale | Everyone

Definitely had to be a girl for the mission. I shoulda known better than to say I didn't want to be one; karma came around and kicked me in the arse for that one. On the bonus side, it seemed as if everyone was gender bent in some way or another. Bix wound up as some sparkly eyed little, white furry thing, while I was an ice demon.

It was one of the most bizarre experiences I've ever had. Not just because I was in a girl's body, but because I was in a place where everyone and everything is relating to Halloween, monsters, demons, ghosts, and everything in between. It was mad, the way everything seemed to correlate with that holiday - except instead of costumes, these are real. The ghosts, the monsters, the demons - all very, very real.

There was some sort of festival going on when we arrived, and we had to go about collecting fish. Yes, fish. Apparently that was what the festival was celebrating, though I'm at a loss for exactly why. I managed to snag two, plus some little fluffy thing that I have no idea what it is. I gave it to Aria anyway (she's the leader of the Mist Hunters, and was in charge of our mission).

Overall...very definitely different, though not entirely bad, persay. I just would like to remain my own gender next time...

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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 6:08 pm

Training ORP
Gale | Everyone

We finally learned how to use our weapons properly.

Oh, and Aria stabbed me in the neck with a knife.

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