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Last smoke.

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This part of the TF2 comic is my favourite.Ever. 

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Another Sample

Going to the other half of the story, following Sabrina as the main character in her side of things.  The second half of the series’ overall story, a very close friend and I were working on it for a long while before we went our own ways.  I’m not sure if he even reads the blog or cares anymore, but I figure I might as well post a sample of what we got done before the schism.  A light overhead hummed, barely illuminating the empty, grimy padded room.  Small, four walls, one door in and out, a table in the center and a chair close to the door.  A figure resting upon an upright stretcher across from the chair, no arms or legs, it’s body belted and buckled to the steel slab with leather and metal clasps over it’s torso and neck.  It didn’t move, didn’t speak, it’s eyes fixated on the door.  Nothing moved, nothing made a sound, just the inner trumpeting of breath and a drumming heartbeat.  Several minutes passed.  Ten.  Twenty.  Thirty.   An hour and more before anything happened, the door slowly swinging open, a figure stepped into the light, followed by two red-clad guards, heavily armored and packing serious weaponry, closing and locking the door behind him; the two soldiers taking up their positions on both sides of the door.  In his hand was a clipboard, digital, a faint blue glow coming off the screen.  He nodded, setting it down and taking a seat.  Several seconds of silence passed before either of them spoke, the man clearing his throat.  The figure looked at him, only it’s eyes moving.  It was fascinating- and terrifying- at the same time; knowing that a pair of blank red eyes, no pupil, no iris, just red sclera looking at you directly through long, greasy red hair.  The canine removed his glasses, running his grey furred fingers through his hair.   “Patient B-55.  My name is Doctor Kal R. Jurael.  I’m going to be your new psychologist for the time being.”  No response, just a blank gaze at him. “Nothing?  Not even a hello?”  Again, nothing, she just stared at him.  He took a deep breath, exhaling in a sigh. “B-55?  Are you okay?”  He sounded almost concerned, like a father to his child.  Several seconds passed before continuing. “I see.  Anyways...Let’s get started, shall we?  I want to start with your past.  How you arrived in CORE?”   She continued to mindlessly watch him, not a word uttered.  The man stood up and patted down his long, white coat. He could tell this was going to be difficult.   “B-55, please, work with me here.  I want to help you.”  He hummed  “I just want to know how you got here all those years ago.  Just to start.”   Her eyes just followed him back and forth as he paced and spoke, his words falling on deaf ears. “Don’t bother.”  one of the soldiers spoke.  “It never talks when we want it to, haven’t been able to get a damn thing out of this trash since day one.” His tone spoke almost resentment and hatred towards her.  Kal sat back down and just watched her, his eyes wandering up and down her body.  He looked to the soldier on the left, looking at the goggles of the helmet to attempt eye contact.  “Can it speak at all?  Is it mute?”  The guard shook his head at the canine “No, it’s not.”   Kal scoffed and turned his attention back to the woman.   “Listen, I know you’ve been through alot…”  He looked at the stumps that remained of her arms and legs.  “If I were in your position, I’d want to die. Die or be free.  I would want nothing more than some form of release.  But you, B-55…”  He looked at her patient record momentarily.  “You’re...different.  Resilient, strong, terrifying.”  He turned the file to her and pushed it forward.  A lot of the file was marked ‘redacted’, most of the data missing.  She didn’t even look, her gaze never leaving the doctor's eyes.  It made him feel uneasy, scared even.  He turned to the soldier on his right, eyeing his radio.  “Bring him in.”  The soldier nodded and began to speak unintelligible gibberish into the small speaker on his shoulder.  They waited, nobody moving, barely breathing, only the faint sound of the air vent and light overhead in the room.   The door opened slowly, quietly.A large, obese canine in a blue-gray security uniform walked into the chamber, his girth taking up quite a bit of the room as he was seated before her.  The doctor set her record before him and patted his shoulder.   "You're the only one it'll speak to, so I’ve heard."  He tapped the datapad, a note about him highlighting itself complete with a photograph and employment history at the Asylum.  The large man looked down at it and huffed.   "Yeah, we're friends.  I...I think. " his gaze moved to B-55, a look of sorrow on his face at her predicament.  The overweight dog cleared his throat, setting his hands on the cold metal table.   "Sabrina…?”  He gave a weak smile, trying to look at her eyes through her long, stringy, greasy red hair.   “Sabby, you okay...?" His shaky voice filled with concern.  She seemed to respond, looking at him, at his mouth as silent words passed his lips, a faint smile crossing her face before she nodded at him.  He gave a brighter smile back at her, barely able to keep his eyes off her removed limbs, her blood red stare, everything about her just screamed at him in his own mind to do something,  to help.  Something he was unable to do. “You will refer to it by its designation as well as ‘it’, not ‘her’, not ‘Sabrina’, not ‘Sabby’.  Just ‘it’ and B-55.  Are we clear?” "What are you trying to get out of her anyways, Doc?" He asked, Kal sighing a response.   "Same thing we've been trying to get for a long time...Answers."  the doctor fished something out of his coat pocket, a small orange and yellow pack of cigarettes and a lighter.  "You smoke?"  He asked the large man.   "No, sorry.  Not my thing."  The doctor shrugged and lit up before he glimpsed at B-55, she was looking at his hand almost intently; at the pack.  He looked down and then back up at her, holding the pack towards her.

"Can I have one...?" 

She finally spoke, her voice soft and shaky, one would go so far as to say she had the innocence of a child. The doctor almost gasped in shock, his eyes frantically scanning to reassure he wasn’t hearing things.   "Erm...well...yes, I suppose..."  He walked around the table, fishing a single cigarette from the pack.   Her eyes locked on the white cylinder, he brought his hand up, her mouth opening to take it. "I wouldn't do that, doctor." One of the guards interjected.  He took a bounding step forward, placing his armored hand on the doctor's wrist.   "Last guy who did that got his hand bitten off."  The doctor lowered his hand, coughing slightly, nervously, at the thought of losing his hand as well.   “W-Well, then...”  he glared angrily at B-55 before stepping away, back behind the large dog.   “Alright, Sabrina… Tell the good doctor what he wants to know… please?”  She seemed to scoff at it, turning her head away from the group.  Refusal at it’s most basic level.  The doctor and the man looked at each other for a moment, the fat dog shrugging his shoulders.  “If she doesn’t wanna talk, that’s all there is to it.”  He set his hands on the table, reading over the datapad for the moment.  Medical records, patient interview transcripts, and a sub-folder simply marked ‘Nefas’.  It wouldn’t respond to his taps, fingerprint recognition locking him out.  He set the pad back down as the doctor swiftly retrieved it.   “Don’t pry where your eyes don’t belong.” He scoffed, adjusting his coat before continuing.   “Now then….” He muttered, clearing his throat. “Two transfers within a seventeen year period. Seven interviews; unsuccessful, I might add, over the past five years, one ending in the murder of the presiding psychologist...Two escape attempts from this facility alone, several incidents of assault on asylum guards, assault with a deadly weapon, battery, murder of staff and security personnel…Multiple counts on each.” He scrolled down, reading it over.   “I could go on.  I have your history with us as well as your criminal records from CORE Sec. Don't you not feel guilt?  Some form of anguish over what you’ve done?”  She stared for a moment before shaking her head, no words, no sound, just a shake.  “Doc, like I said, you’re not gonna-” “I KNOW, you obese buffoon!...Urgh, I...I know…” He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I'm the psychologist here, not you.” Sabrina looked to the door, pondering for a moment before looking to the doctor with a chuckle and a smirk. “You wanna know how I got here so badly?”  The doctor almost froze in place, turning his head to her slowly.   “...Go on, B-55.”  Sabrina smirked back, cocking an eyebrow.   “It all started when I was a teenager, about five hundred years ago, give or take…”

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Sabrina Smokin’.

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SPOILERS AHEAD!

Unfinished audio StellarElite and Comrade Crimson did of an older Æzekiel and Pedro upon first meeting.  Honestly, this entire project may become an audio-drama rather than a novel series.  

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A good friend of mine, StellarElite, has been helping me work on writing the novel.  As well, he’s an amazingly talented voice actor who decided to give Æzekiel a voice.

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Brawl Betwixt Allies

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Colonel La’Resh Anassii.

A real “Rat Bastard”.

Art wonderfully done by Adeptus Adamaris

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why does your story have no female characters or female main characters? trans characters? lgbt? poc?

You’re fucking joking, right?  I mean, honestly, you’re having a giggle.Please tell me you’re joking and not just incredibly stupid.

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“You either learn from your past mistakes, evolve, fight, and win….Or you try to run away from them and let them slowly destroy you from the inside out.” - Sabrina

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“One and the same.”

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Fathers and Sons.