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Archaicrune — Thu, 31 Dec 2015 09:58:51 GMT

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Archaicrune — Wed, 21 Oct 2015 23:35:49 GMT

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The desert is quiet. There is only the distant sound of helicopter blades whirring, and the sound of a radio- no. A voice.

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''"When we fail to do this, as is likely (according to the most recently issued laws of physics), we will all engage in a group denouncing circle to try to'' ''understand whose betrayal is causing the continued failure of this important day. Oh! Listeners, the sheriff's secret police have-"''

There is a shuffling on the radio.

''"-actually. Never mind."''

One of the balaclava-clad entities in the helicopter cough.

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The desert is quiet. There is the distinctive sound of Cicadas, and only the normal day wailing.

- [[~o1]]

- [[~o1]]

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Step out of the car with your hands up.

Archaicrune — Wed, 21 Oct 2015 23:31:27 GMT

Archaicrune:

Shifting forward, you step out of the car. The overly bright sunlight hurts your eyes, and you squint against the desert heat. Looking around, what you see startles you. The landscape is the same as you remembering it being, but there's two helicopters, both strangely solid blue, around fifty feet away from your car. How didn't you see them before? How did they not wake you up? You've never been ''that'' heavy of a sleeper. Anxiety starts pooling in your stomach, and you wring your hands anxiously.

"Erm..," you stutter stupidly. "Am I like... arrested?"

The officer looks back at you like you're four.

"No," they say, putting a promise of something more at the end, but not saying any.
They turn back around, their compact boots shifting the gravel below them, and walk in the direction of the helicopter on the left. You wonder if you should follow them, but you stay rooted to your spot. You're not under arrest, anyway.

- [[Follow the officer.]]

- [[Continue standing there, wondering what the hell is going on.]]

- [[Get back in your car. There's no use standing around out here.]]

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Step out of the car with your hands up.

Archaicrune — Wed, 21 Oct 2015 23:24:17 GMT

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Archaicrune — Fri, 05 Jun 2015 02:08:48 GMT

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Archaicrune — Fri, 05 Jun 2015 02:08:39 GMT

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Archaicrune — Fri, 05 Jun 2015 02:08:18 GMT

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Step out of the car with your hands up.

Archaicrune — Wed, 14 Jan 2015 13:38:17 GMT

Archaicrune: Created page with 'Shifting forward, you step out of the car. The overly bright sunlight hurts your eyes, and you squint against the desert heat. Looking around, what you see startles you. There's …'

Shifting forward, you step out of the car. The overly bright sunlight hurts your eyes, and you squint against the desert heat. Looking around, what you see startles you. There's two helicopters, both strangely solid blue. How didn't you see them before? Anxiety starts pooling in your stomach, and you wring your hands anxiously.

"Erm..," you stutter stupidly. "Am I like... arrested?"

The officer looks back at you like you're four.

"No," they say, putting a promise of something more at the end, but not saying any.
They turn back around, their compact boots shifting the gravel below them, and walk in the direction of the helicopter on the left. You wonder if you should follow them, but you stay rooted to your spot. You're not under arrest, anyway.

You stay rooted to your spot until another officer,

Roll down the window, and confront the supposed government official.

Archaicrune — Tue, 13 Jan 2015 18:28:49 GMT

Archaicrune: Created page with 'You shift over to the window, before rolling the window down. "INTERLOPER!" The loud voice startles you, and you jump in your seat. After a moment of the officer staring at you,…'

You shift over to the window, before rolling the window down.
"INTERLOPER!" The loud voice startles you, and you jump in your seat. After a moment of the officer staring at you, they look around surprisingly nonchalantly, before leaning into your Cadillac, presumably to whisper a secret. Your heart catches in your throat. "Listen, I'm not even getting paid to do this, this is my day off," The officer says in a low voice, shooting a glance over their shoulder. "So, if you can get out of the car, that would be nice. I really don't have the time to fill out forms for another dead body." The words barely register at first, but you realize that they're threatening you. But logic rules over. They don't want to hurt you.

- [[Step out of the car with your hands up.]]

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Archaicrune — Tue, 13 Jan 2015 18:16:00 GMT

Archaicrune:

The desert is quiet. There is only the distant sound of helicopter blades whirring, and the sound of a radio- no. A voice.

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''"When we fail to do this, as is likely (according to the most recently issued laws of physics), we will all engage in a group denouncing circle to try to'' ''understand whose betrayal is causing the continued failure of this important day. Oh! Listeners, the sheriff's secret police have-"''

There is a shuffling on the radio.

''"-actually. Never mind."''

One of the balaclava-clad entities in the helicopter cough.

--

The desert is quiet. There is only the distinctive sound of Cicadas, and only the normal day wailing.

- [[~o1]]

- [[~o1]]

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Archaicrune — Tue, 13 Jan 2015 18:15:14 GMT

Archaicrune:

The desert is quiet. There is only the distant sound of helicopter blades whirring, and the sound of a radio- no. A voice.

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''"When we fail to do this, as is likely (according to the most recently issued laws of physics), we will all engage in a group denouncing circle to try to'' ''understand whose betrayal is causing the continued failure of this important day. Oh! Listeners, the sheriff's secret police have-"''

There is a shuffling on the radio.

''"-actually. Never mind."''

One of the balaclava-clad entities in the helicopter cough.

--

The desert is quiet. There is only the distinctive sound of Cicadas, and only the normal day wailing.

- [[~_]]

- [[~_]]

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Archaicrune — Tue, 13 Jan 2015 18:14:47 GMT

Archaicrune:

The desert is quiet. There is only the distant sound of helicopter blades whirring, and the sound of a radio- no. A voice.

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''"When we fail to do this, as is likely (according to the most recently issued laws of physics), we will all engage in a group denouncing circle to try to'' ''understand whose betrayal is causing the continued failure of this important day. Oh! Listeners, the sheriff's secret police have-"''

There is a shuffling on the radio.

''"-actually. Never mind."''

One of the balaclava-clad entities in the helicopter cough.

--

The desert is quiet. There is only the distinctive sound of Cicadas, and only the normal day wailing.

- [[_~]]

- [[_~]

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Archaicrune — Tue, 13 Jan 2015 17:49:14 GMT

Archaicrune:

The desert is quiet. There is only the distant sound of helicopter blades whirring, and the sound of a radio- no. A voice.

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''"When we fail to do this, as is likely (according to the most recently issued laws of physics), we will all engage in a group denouncing circle to try to'' ''understand whose betrayal is causing the continued failure of this important day. Oh! Listeners, the sheriff's secret police have-"''

There is a shuffling on the radio.

''"-actually. Never mind."''

One of the balaclava-clad entities in the helicopter cough.

--

The desert is quiet. There is only the distinctive sound of Cicadas, and only the normal day wailing.

- [[oOoOo]]

- [[oOoOo]]

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Archaicrune — Tue, 13 Jan 2015 17:48:22 GMT

Archaicrune:

The desert is quiet. There is only the distant sound of helicopter blades whirring, and the sound of a radio- no. A voice.

--

''"When we fail to do this, as is likely (according to the most recently issued laws of physics), we will all engage in a group denouncing circle to try to'' ''understand whose betrayal is causing the continued failure of this important day. Oh! Listeners, the sheriff's secret police have-"''

There is a shuffling on the radio.

''"-actually. Never mind."''

One of the balaclava-clad entities in the helicopter cough.

--

The desert is quiet. There is only the distinctive sound of Cicadas, and only the normal day wailing.

- [[[[User:Archaicrune|Archaicrune]] 17:48, 13 January 2015 (UTC)]]

- [[[[User:Archaicrune|Archaicrune]] 17:48, 13 January 2015 (UTC)]]]

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Archaicrune — Tue, 13 Jan 2015 17:47:48 GMT

Archaicrune:

The desert is quiet. There is only the distant sound of helicopter blades whirring, and the sound of a radio- no. A voice.

--

''"When we fail to do this, as is likely (according to the most recently issued laws of physics), we will all engage in a group denouncing circle to try to'' ''understand whose betrayal is causing the continued failure of this important day. Oh! Listeners, the sheriff's secret police have-"''

There is a shuffling on the radio.

''"-actually. Never mind."''

One of the balaclava-clad entities in the helicopter cough.

--

The desert is quiet. There is only the distinctive sound of Cicadas, and only the normal day wailing.

- [[[[User:Archaicrune|Archaicrune]]]]

- [[[[User:Archaicrune|Archaicrune]]]]

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Archaicrune — Tue, 13 Jan 2015 17:46:58 GMT

Archaicrune: Created page with 'The desert is quiet. There is only the distant sound of helicopter blades whirring, and the sound of a radio- no. A voice. -- "When we fail to do this, as is likely (according …'

The desert is quiet. There is only the distant sound of helicopter blades whirring, and the sound of a radio- no. A voice.

--

"When we fail to do this, as is likely (according to the most recently issued laws of physics), we will all engage in a group denouncing circle to try to understand whose betrayal is causing the continued failure of this important day. Oh! Listeners, the sheriff's secret police have-"

There is a shuffling on the radio.

"-actually. Never mind."

One of the balaclava-clad entities in the helicopter cough.

--

The desert is quiet. There is only the distinctive sound of Cicadas, and only the normal day wailing.

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Shoot the officer.

Archaicrune — Tue, 13 Jan 2015 16:09:18 GMT

Archaicrune: Created page with 'Your breath catches in your throat. There's adrenaline threading through your veins, and your finger slips off the trigger. You take a deep breath, and the sound of a gunshot rin…'

Your breath catches in your throat. There's adrenaline threading through your veins, and your finger slips off the trigger. You take a deep breath, and the sound of a gunshot rings around your Cadillac before you can even hear it. You aimed for their head, and they collapse before they can even move away. You fumble for the rounds you keep under the seat, and open the door behind you, before practically falling out of it. You shakily stand up, brushing the desert sand off of your clothing.

Fuck.

You knew you shouldn't have done that.

There are two strangely solid blue helicopters, and hands on your back, arms, your neck-

- [[~~]]

- [[~~]]

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Don't do anything. Maybe they'll go away.

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 18:20:23 GMT

Archaicrune:

You remain in the car, breathing heavily. The officer looks around, and the ski mask moves like they're talking to someone, before they reach for the handle.
Your heart catches in your throat.
They swing the door open, and you get a good look at their stature. They're actually quite short. Maybe 5' 5" at most, which makes you about half a foot taller. The full body armor theme continues all the way down to their black compact boots, and there's that same purple in certain places. "INTERLOPER!" The loud voice startles you, and you jump in your seat.
After a moment of the officer staring at you, they look around surprisingly nonchalantly, before leaning into your Cadillac, presumably to whisper a secret. Your heart catches in your throat. "Listen, I'm not even getting paid to do this, this is my day off," The officer says in a low voice, shooting a glance over their shoulder. "So, if you can get out of the car, that would be nice. I really don't have the time to fill out forms for another dead body." The words barely register at first, but you realize that they're threatening you. But logic rules over. They don't want to hurt you.

- [[Grab the door handle behind you, and run for the hills.]]

- [[Step out of the car with your hands up.]]

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Don't do anything. Maybe they'll go away.

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 18:19:09 GMT

Archaicrune: Created page with 'You remain in the car, breathing heavily. The officer looks around, and the ski mask moves like they're talking to someone, before they reach for the handle. Your heart catches i…'

Do nothing. They probably don't want to harm you.

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 18:09:33 GMT

Archaicrune:

This does nothing to calm your nerves. They swing the door open, and you get a good look at their stature.
They're actually quite short. Maybe 5' 5" at most, which makes you about half a foot taller. The full body armor theme continues all the way down to their black compact boots, and there's that same purple in certain places.
"INTERLOPER!" The loud voice startles you, and your sweat-slicked finger slides off the trigger. The Magnum is getting hard to hold. Somewhere in the back of your head, it makes sense to put it down, and put your hands up. You can do this.
The officer, or whatever, looks around surprisingly nonchalantly, before leaning into your Cadillac, presumably to whisper a secret. Your heart catches in your throat.
"Listen, I'm not even getting paid to do this, this is my day off," The officer says in a low voice, shooting a glance over their shoulder. "So, if you can get out of the car, that would be nice. I really don't have the time to fill out forms for another dead body."
The words barely register at first, but you realize that they're threatening you. Your hand tightens around the lowered Magnum, but logic springs to action. They don't want to hurt you.

- [[Step out of the car with your hands up.]]

- [[Shoot the officer.]]

- [[Grab the door handle behind you, and run for the hills.]]

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Do nothing. They probably don't want to harm you.

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 18:08:59 GMT

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Fumble for the gun you keep back here somewhere. It's tough living.

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 16:49:02 GMT

Archaicrune: Talk:Fumble for the gun you keep back here somewhere. It's tough living. moved to Fumble for the gun you keep back here somewhere. It's tough living.: idk how the talk: got there? but okay

You reach under the seat blindly, and fumble for your .44 Magnum revolver. It's not much, and you try to remember why you even have it back here, but your mind draws a blank. So do you.

There's probably no bullets in the gun, but you brandish it at the interloper anyway. Or maybe you're the interloper in this situation. God damn it.

The officer looks away from the window, to his right. The ski mask moves like they're talking, but you can't hear them, as you're still inside the car. They turn towards back to you.

Your gun hand trembles.

They reach for the door handle.

- [[Switch off the safety on your gun.]]

- [[Reach for the door handle behind you.]]

- [[Do nothing. They probably don't want to harm you.]]

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Fumble for the gun you keep back here somewhere. It's tough living.

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 16:37:08 GMT

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Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 06:07:08 GMT

Archaicrune: Created page with 'Hey! My name is Rune! I'm a long time user and reader of this website, and I've actually been at it since I was around ten years old. I personally love this story format, and it'…'

Hey! My name is Rune! I'm a long time user and reader of this website, and I've actually been at it since I was around ten years old. I personally love this story format, and it's really easy for me to write in. Depending on how things go, I might start multiple projects on here, but I doubt they'll ever be finished. They'll be updated regularly, though!

(remove the spaces in any external links. I'm not waiting 20 minutes for every link.)

My current project(s) include(s): [[A Story About You]] (The idea for this story is taken from the popular podcast ''Welcome to Night Vale'', written by Joseph Fink and Jeffory Cranor. It basically follows you, as you find your way to the town of Night Vale. Or do you? It's up to you. Really. Trigger warnings for this fic include extreme uses of swearing/cursing, graphic gore and violence, and typical night vale weird-ness. If you've never listened to Welcome to Night Vale before, well.) ((main website is found at http : //commonplacebooks . com , and you can listen to the actual podcast here:
http : //podbay . fm/show/536258179 ))

If you really love my writing style, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to let you down! I generally don't write other things, and when I do, it's completely different from what I write here. My AO3 account is here, but there's nothing uploaded on it. If you message me enough, with a good enough prompt, I might fill it, but. That's probably unlikely, due to the fact that I write for specific fandoms only. https : //archiveofourown . org/users/archaicrune

I also have a Wattpad account I made when I was like, 12, if you'd care for some of my shitty writing from around 2013. I don't have any original stories posted here, just stuff for Team Crafted and Warrior Cats. (ew, my taste in fandoms from when I was like, 11.) http : //www . wattpad.com/user/galaxyrune

If you're generally interested in my personality, and/or just want to know what's going on with me, my twitter account is @galaxyrune , and my active tumblr is http : //furyrune . tumblr.com

((I'm going out on a limb here, as I don't know the rules of posting links in pages!!! If it's not allowed for whatever reason, feel free to delete them! Just let me know in a message, though, okay? =P))

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Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:42:45 GMT

Archaicrune:

Disclaimer, before you start: The idea and a lot of content for this story was taken from the podcast ''Welcome to Night Vale'', written by Joseph Fink and Jeffory Cranor. Story originally written by user Archaicrune.

==Also! Please don't edit or delete these pages. The way this website is laid out makes it really hard to save the story, and deleting it would be kind of shitty of you. If you want me to change something, or there's a spelling mistake, or something, please, just message me! I know it's a lot easier to just edit the page yourself, but it's kind of rude to do that without even asking.==

Author's Note: This story was going to be posted on Quotev, but then I realized that I was going about it the wrong way. I might post a link to this story on some other websites, so if you're here from any of those, please show your love there, instead of on here! Reblogs, kudos, comments and likes really help me motivationally, as I procrastinate a lot. Strange thing is, this format is really easy for me to write in. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't show your appreciation for what I do! I love all of you readers and supporters, I really do. Let's all create a circle of love, shall we? Sorry, that sounds really gay. I mean, if you're into that kind of thing.

And hey,

thanks. --[[User:Archaicrune|Archaicrune]] 05:42, 12 January 2015 (UTC)

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A Story About You

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:37:12 GMT

Archaicrune:

Disclaimer, before you start: The idea and a lot of content for this story was taken from the podcast ''Welcome to Night Vale'', written by Joseph Fink and Jeffory Cranor. This story was going to be posted on Quotev, but then I realized that I was going about it the wrong way. Story originally written by user Archaicrune.

== Also! Please don't edit or delete these pages. The way this website is laid out makes it really hard to save the story, and deleting it would be kind of shitty of you. If you want me to change something, or there's a spelling mistake, or something, please, just message me! I know it's a lot easier to just edit the page yourself, but it's kind of rude to do that without even asking.
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--[[User:Archaicrune|Archaicrune]] 05:37, 12 January 2015 (UTC)Author's Note: Hey!! Wow!! I'm back on this website, after five years!! Can you believe I'm a teenager now?? This website was the shit when I was like, 10. Anyway. I actually did research for this story! You can google certain things, like town names or other names, and they'll be real things! How cool is that? I hope it's not copyright infringement. Oh well.

And hey,

thanks.

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Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:35:19 GMT

Archaicrune: Created page with 'Wow, what a shitty story. Don't even bother clicking on any of these pages. Really, just ''don't''. Unless you're going back to a page you were previously at. That's fine. Sorry…'

Wow, what a shitty story. Don't even bother clicking on any of these pages. Really, just ''don't''.

Unless you're going back to a page you were previously at. That's fine. Sorry you lost your place, dude.

Also! Please don't edit or delete these pages. The way this website is laid out makes it really hard to save the story, and deleting it would be kind of shitty of you. If you want me to change something, or there's a spelling mistake, or something, please, just message me! I know it's a lot easier to just edit the page yourself, but it's kind of rude to do that without even asking.

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Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:25:03 GMT

Archaicrune:

You're driving, alone in the desert. Stars speckle the almost too-dark sky, and the moon hangs high overhead, illuminating the seemingly endless expanse of sand and road, which stretches on in the distance. The roof is down on your tan 62 series Cadillac, and the wind is brushing your hair into your eyes. You think offhandedly that it fits in, here in the emptiness of the endless. It is a cold night in the desert. You glance down at your phone screen, which displays the time as 10:42. "God damn it," you think. "I'm lost, aren't I."
Your eyes are beginning to hurt from the amount of time they've been open, and staring at basically the same thing for eight hours. You definitely have a headache, and you're tired as fuck. There's really no point in driving much longer, unless you want to risk crashing into a cactus, or something. That's pretty much all there is as far as your shitty vision can see, and there's really no point in wasting gas.

- [[You continue driving, eyeing the gas meter nervously.]]

- [[Pull over. Maybe you can get some cell reception out here.]]

- [[You knew you shouldn't have trusted Dave with those directions.]]

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Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:23:00 GMT

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You're jolted awake by a tapping at your window. Was that a tapping at the window? You're hyperventilating, and you feel like you want to scream. Your body is disoriented, and where are you oh jesus christ where. are- oh. You remember last night. It sounds like something exciting when you think of it like that, like maybe you and Dave went out and got drunk as fuck, or something. But, nope. Instead you're stuck in this fucking desert- there's a rapping at your window again, like somebody's knocking, and you look up. You nearly piss yourself, because there's a dude in full body armor, at least you think it's a dude, they're wearing a leather- ski mask? You're sure you've heard the proper name before, but it's probably not a ski mask, 'cause it's leather. They also have goggles on, like, they look like something you'd find in a lab, but the glass is the stuff that makes it so they can see you, but you can't see them. Like, ski goggles. The strange thought that maybe they're a skier hits you, and you mentally slap yourself because this is the desert, who the fuck goes skiing in a desert? You notice that there's a patch on their chest, like a police officer would wear. With your shitty vision you can't see it from here, but it looks purple. Frankly, they look like they're cosplaying somebody from a shooter game. You mean, what police officer would wear full body armor-

government officials would wear full body armor. Fuck. Shit. What if you accidentally drove into a military base? What if you're in ''Area 51''.
They're still out there, supposedly staring at you, and you swallow deeply. It goes down dry, and there's a bitter taste in your mouth.

- [[Roll down the window, and confront the supposed government official.]]

- [[Don't do anything. Maybe they'll go away.]]

- [[Fumble for the gun you keep back here somewhere. It's tough living.]]

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Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:19:01 GMT

Archaicrune:

You're driving, alone in the desert. Stars speckle the almost too-dark sky, and the moon hangs high overhead, illuminating the seemingly endless expanse of sand and road, which stretches on in the distance. The roof is down on your tan 62 series Cadillac, and the wind is brushing your hair into your eyes. You think offhandedly that it fits in, here in the emptiness of the endless. It is a cold night in the desert. You glance down at your phone screen, which displays the time as 10:42. "God damn it," you think. "I'm lost, aren't I."
Your eyes are beginning to hurt from the amount of time they've been open, and staring at basically the same thing for eight hours. You definitely have a headache, and you're tired as fuck. There's really no point in driving much longer, unless you want to risk crashing into a cactus, or something.

- [[You continue driving, eyeing the gas meter nervously.]]

- [[Pull over. Maybe you can get some cell reception out here.]]

- [[You knew you shouldn't have trusted Dave with those directions.]]

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Sleep it out. There's nothing you can do now, and maybe things will look better in the morning.

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:16:01 GMT

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You awkwardly clamber into the back seat, and lay your head down. You let out a long, desperately needed sigh, and close your eyes. Maybe this is all a dream, and in the morning you can tell Dave about it.

You fall asleep. It's not poetic at all.

- [[~]]

- [[~]]

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Try checking google maps

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:15:36 GMT

Archaicrune:

You open the google maps app that came with your shitty Iphone, and the map displays a really blurry photo of what ''looks'' like desert for like two seconds, before it displays the spinning icon that means your phone has died. You want to yell. It said you had 40% battery! You really hate Apple, now. Maybe your phone just fucked up. You try turning it on again, but the screen remains as dark as ever. You even go as far to reset it, but to no avail. Ugh. Maybe the desert heat fucked it up, or something. Which makes no sense, but when does anything, ever?

- [[You decide it's pointless, and put the phone back down.]]

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You decide it's pointless, and put the phone back down.

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:14:51 GMT

Archaicrune:

You sigh, placing the phone back down on the leather seat. Although, you kind of want to throw it out of the window, and into the desert sand. But that wouldn't be productive at all. Sliding back in your seat, you can see the stars that are dotted across the night sky. They shine so brightly out here in the desert, with no light pollution to cover them. You grew up in Phoenix, so you've kinda gotten used to the big city life. The only time you can remember leaving the city is when you went on vacation to Florida, since you have extended family living out there. But that was when you were like, nine. It all just seems like a distant memory now. It's kinda surreal, the silence and emptiness of the desert. Your eyes flick towards the gas meter. You have a little less than half, which is weird, you think. You've been driving for almost the entire day, it should be close to empty by now. You try to ignore it, but can't help the little bit of panic that bubbles up from somewhere inside of you. Your situation isn't looking too good. You're almost out of gas, with no cell reception, stranded in the desert. You take a deep breath, and close your eyes, mulling over your situation. Your head hurts. You probably have a headache, which isn't good, either. But now, with your eyes closed, you realize how tired you actually are. You could always sleep it out, but you're not too sure about that idea. You glance longingly at the back seat.

- [[Sleep it out. There's nothing you can do now, and maybe things will look better in the morning.]]

- [[You continue driving, eyeing the gas meter nervously.]]

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Is Dave really the only contact you have?

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:14:20 GMT

Archaicrune:

Yes.

That's really sad.

- [[Try texting Dave]]

- [[Try calling Dave]]

- [[You decide it's pointless, and put the phone back down.]]

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Try calling Dave

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:13:40 GMT

Archaicrune:

You open your phone app, and tap on Dave's contact, which displays as "shithead," complete with a monkey emoji afterwards. You bring the phone up to your ear, and it rings once, before a calm woman's voice comes through the line and says "sorry, but your call could not be completed at this time."
Thanks for nothing, Apple.

- [[Try texting Dave]]

- [[You decide it's pointless, and put the phone back down.]]

- [[Try checking google maps]]

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Try texting Dave

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:13:03 GMT

Archaicrune:

You open the messenger app, and tap on the name that displays "shithead," along with the emoji of a monkey. What a kind nickname you have for Dave, if you can even call him your friend. Your previous conversation displays.

''June 14, 2012

''9:14 pm''

''shithead🙊: hey dude did u get the email i sent u with directionz
''

''You: Yes.''

''shithead🙊: good lol have fun starving in the desert on your way here''

''You: Thanks.''
''

Dave was always kind of an asshole.

''June 14, 2012

''10:57 pm''

''You: Hey, you sure those directions were right? I'm in the middle of nowhere and apparently have no cell reception.''''

The phone displays a big happy exclamation mark with the words "message could not be sent at this time."

Thanks for nothing, Apple.

- [[Try checking google maps]]

- [[You decide it's pointless, and put the phone back down.]]

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You knew you shouldn't have trusted Dave with those directions.

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:12:00 GMT

Archaicrune:

God damn it, Dave.

- [[Pull over. Maybe you can get some cell reception out here.]]

- [[You continue driving, eyeing the gas meter nervously.]]

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Continue to the story!

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:08:48 GMT

Archaicrune:

A Story About You

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:08:16 GMT

Archaicrune:

Pull over. Maybe you can get some cell reception out here.

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:07:08 GMT

Archaicrune:

You pull over to the side of- well, can you even call it a road? And roll the sunroof back up. No point in freezing out here. You wouldn't have thought the desert would get this cold at night, but, well. You never even considered it, you were supposed to arrive in Agua Prieta like, six hours ago. You pick up your phone, eyeing the display. In the top left, a bright 'no service' is flashing, like it's taunting you. "Oh well," you sigh. "I'll try anyway."

- [[Try texting Dave]]

- [[Try calling Dave]]

- [[Is Dave really the only contact you have?]]

- [[You decide it's pointless, and put the phone back down.]]

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You continue driving, eyeing the gas meter nervously.

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:06:29 GMT

Archaicrune:

You take a deep breath, and continue along the road. The wheels of your Cadillac stir up dust behind you, and it rouses some strange, unidentifiable feeling inside of you. You brush it off, and look at the gas meter again. Still a little less than half. It's said that the entire trip. You're beginning to not trust anyone anymore. Especially Dave, that shithead. You lean your head against your arm that's propped up on the window, and allow yourself to drift in your thoughts. It's not likely that you'll get into an accident, anyway. This is so fucked. Once you get to Agua Prieta, you are literally going to kick Dave's ass. That literal fuckhead. Does he think it's funny, getting your friend lost in the desert at night? What if you died, huh? What if-

You almost crash the car. You jump out of your skin, the fucking radio turned on and is broadcasting static at maximum volume. The fucking radio. You can't help but let out a frustrated groan, and bang your head against the steering wheel. You jump again when the horn of your Cadillac blares. Jesus christ, things really aren't looking up for you. You reach to turn the radio off, but your hand freezes when a deep, sonorous voice suddenly cuts through the static previously playing on full blast. Your heart catches in your throat.

''"Close your eyes. Let my words wash over you. You are safe now. Welcome to Night Vale."''

The voice is, well. Beautiful. Calming. It's so clear, like it's your own voice, like you're hearing it inside your own head. The words barely register, it's just, that ''voice''-

You look up, and suddenly see the lights of a town. A city. You have no fucking clue. Maybe you're in Agua Prieta. Maybe you can finally kick Dave's ass.

You pass by a sign that you can barely read, your fucking shitty vision ruining your day again. You can read it, though.

''Night Vale''

''EST 1745''

''POPULATION:''

You don't catch the number besides population. It looks like it was whited out or painted over so many times that the person writing it just gave up. Wait, was that what the dude on the radio said? Night Vale? So you aren't in Agua Prieta. Damn it, you were really looking forward to kicking Dave's ass. Well, at least there should be cell reception here, and maybe someplace to stay for the night, and probably a gas station, and you let out a relieved sigh. You aren't going to starve in the desert, after all. You'll tell Dave that once you can get your hands on some cell service.

Your attention is brought back to the radio.

''"The city council would not provide any reason for the removal, but did say that any work in Grove Park was making way for a new swing set, picnic area, and bloodstone circle, which we all can agree are good contributions to the community."''

"Bloodstone circle?" Jesus christ, you really are tired. You try to stifle a yawn, and turn the radio off.

- [[Attempt to find a gas station, or something of the sort.]]

- [[Try turning on your phone.]]

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You continue driving, eyeing the gas meter nervously.

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:05:00 GMT

Archaicrune:

You continue driving, eyeing the gas meter nervously.

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:00:55 GMT

Archaicrune:

You continue driving, eyeing the gas meter nervously.

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 05:00:08 GMT

Archaicrune:

You take a deep breath, and continue along the road. The wheels of your Cadillac stir up dust behind you, and it rouses some strange, unidentifiable feeling inside of you. You brush it off, and look at the gas meter again. Still a little less than half. It's said that the entire trip. You're beginning to not trust anyone anymore. Especially Dave, that shithead. You lean your head against your arm that's propped up on the window, and allow yourself to drift in your thoughts. It's not likely that you'll get into an accident, anyway. This is so fucked. Once you get to Agua Prieta, you are literally going to kick Dave's ass. That literal asshat. Does he think it's funny, getting your friend lost in the desert at night? What if you died, huh? What if-

You almost crash the car. You jump out of your skin, the fucking radio turned on and is broadcasting static at maximum volume. The fucking radio. You can't help but let out a frustrated groan, and bang your head against the steering wheel. You jump again when the horn of your Cadillac blares. Jesus christ, things really aren't looking up for you. You reach to turn the radio off, but your hand freezes when a deep, sonorous voice suddenly cuts through the static previously playing on full blast. Your heart catches in your throat.

''"Close your eyes. Let my words wash over you. You are safe now. Welcome to Night Vale."''

The voice is, well. Beautiful. Calming. It's so clear, like it's your own voice, like you're hearing it inside your own head. The words barely register, it's just, that ''voice''-

You look up, and suddenly see the lights of a town. A city. You have no fucking clue. Maybe you're in Agua Prieta. Maybe you can finally kick Dave's ass.

You pass by a sign that you can barely read, your fucking shitty vision ruining your day again. You can read it, though.

''Night Vale''

''EST 1745''

''POPULATION:''

You don't catch the number besides population. It looks like it was whited out or painted over so many times that the person writing it just gave up. Wait, was that what the dude on the radio said? Night Vale? So you aren't in Agua Prieta. Damn it, you were really looking forward to kicking Dave's ass. Well, at least there should be cell reception here, and maybe someplace to stay for the night, and probably a gas station, and you let out a relieved sigh. You aren't going to starve in the desert, after all. You'll tell Dave that once you can get your hands on some cell service.

Your attention is brought back to the radio.

''"The city council would not provide any reason for the removal, but did say that any work in Grove Park was making way for a new swing set, picnic area, and bloodstone circle, which we all can agree are good contributions to the community."''

"Bloodstone circle?" Jesus christ, you really are tired. You try to stifle a yawn, and turn the radio off.

- [[Attempt to find a gas station, or something of the sort.]]

- [[Try turning on your phone.]]

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You continue driving, eyeing the gas meter nervously.

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 04:43:58 GMT

Archaicrune:

You take a deep breath, and continue along the road. The wheels of your Cadillac stir up dust behind you, and it rouses some strange, unidentifiable feeling inside of you. You brush it off, and look at the gas meter again. Still a little less than half. It's said that the entire trip. You're beginning to not trust anyone anymore. Especially Dave, that shithead. You lean your head against your arm that's propped up on the window, and allow yourself to drift in your thoughts. It's not likely that you'll get into an accident, anyway. This is so fucked. Once you get to Agua Prieta, you are literally going to kick Dave's ass. That shithead. Does he think it's funny, getting your friend lost in the desert at night? What if you died, huh? What if-

You almost crash the car. You jump out of your skin, the fucking radio turned on and is broadcasting static at maximum volume. The fucking radio. You can't help but let out a frustrated groan, and bang your head against the steering wheel. You jump again when the horn of your Cadillac blares. Jesus christ, things really aren't looking up for you. You reach to turn the radio off, but your hand freezes when a deep, sonorous voice suddenly cuts through the static previously playing on full blast. Your heart catches in your throat.

''"Close your eyes. Let my words wash over you. You are safe now. Welcome to Night Vale."''

The voice is, well. Beautiful. Calming. It's so clear, like it's your own voice, like you're hearing it inside your own head. The words barely register, it's just, that ''voice''-

You look up, and suddenly see the lights of a town. A city. You have no fucking clue. Maybe you're in Agua Prieta. Maybe you can finally kick Dave's ass.

You pass by a sign that you can barely read, your fucking shitty vision ruining your day again. You can read it, though.

''Night Vale''

''EST 1745''

''POPULATION:''

You don't catch the number besides population. It looks like it was whited out or painted over so many times that the person writing it just gave up. Wait, was that what the dude on the radio said? Night Vale? So you aren't in Agua Prieta. Damn it, you were really looking forward to kicking Dave's ass. Well, at least there should be cell reception here, and maybe someplace to stay for the night, and probably a gas station, and you let out a relieved sigh. You aren't going to starve in the desert, after all. You'll tell Dave that once you can get your hands on some cell service.

Your attention is brought back to the radio.

''"The city council would not provide any reason for the removal, but did say that any work in Grove Park was making way for a new swing set, picnic area, and bloodstone circle, which we all can agree are good contributions to the community."''

"Bloodstone circle?" Jesus christ, you really are tired. You try to stifle a yawn, and turn the radio off.

- [[Attempt to find a gas station, or something of the sort.]]

- [[Try turning on your phone.]]

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You continue driving, eyeing the gas meter nervously.

Archaicrune — Mon, 12 Jan 2015 04:41:58 GMT

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You take a deep breath, and continue along the road. The wheels of your Cadillac stir up dust behind you, and it rouses some strange, unidentifiable feeling inside of you. You brush it off, and look at the gas meter again. Still a little less than half. It's said that the entire trip. You're beginning to not trust anyone anymore. Especially Dave, that shithead. You lean your head against your arm that's propped up on the window, and allow yourself to drift in your thoughts. It's not likely that you'll get into an accident, anyway. This is so fucked. Once you get to Agua Prieta, you are literally going to kick Dave's ass. That shithead. Does he think it's funny, getting your friend lost in the desert at night? What if you died, huh? What if-

You almost crash the car. You jump out of your skin, the fucking radio turned on and is broadcasting static at maximum volume. The fucking radio. You can't help but let out a frustrated groan, and bang your head against the steering wheel. You jump again when the horn of your Cadillac blares. Jesus christ, things really aren't looking up for you. You reach to turn the radio off, but your hand freezes when a deep, sonorous voice suddenly cuts through the static previously playing on full blast. Your heart catches in your throat.

''"Close your eyes. Let my words wash over you. You are safe now. Welcome to Night Vale."''

The voice is, well. Beautiful. Calming. It's so clear, like it's your own voice, like you're hearing it inside your own head. The words barely register, it's just, that ''voice''-

You look up, and suddenly see the lights of a town. A city. You have no fucking clue. Maybe you're in Agua Prieta. Maybe you can finally kick Dave's ass.

You pass by a sign that you can barely read, your fucking shitty vision ruining your day again. You can read it, though.

''Night Vale''

''EST 1745''

''POPULATION:''

You don't catch the number besides population. It looks like it was whited out or painted over so many times that the person writing it just gave up. Wait, was that what the dude on the radio said? Night Vale? So you aren't in Agua Prieta. Damn it, you were really looking forward to kicking Dave's ass. Well, at least there should be cell reception here, and maybe someplace to stay for the night, and probably a gas station, and you let out a relieved sigh. You aren't going to starve in the desert, after all. You'll tell Dave that once you can get your hands on some cell service.

Your attention is brought back to the radio.

''"The city council would not provide any reason for the removal, but did say that any work in Grove Park was making way for a new swing set, picnic area, and bloodstone circle, which we all can agree are good contributions to the community."''

"Bloodstone circle?" Jesus christ, you really are tired. You try to stifle a yawn, and turn the radio off.

- [[Attempt to find a gas station, or something of the sort.]]

- [[Try turning on your phone.]]

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Try checking google maps

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Try calling Dave

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You're jolted awake by a tapping at your window. Was that a tapping at the window? You're hyperventilating, and you feel like you want to scream. Your body is disoriented, and where are you oh jesus christ where. are- oh. You remember last night. It sounds like something exciting when you think of it like that, like maybe you and Dave went out and got drunk as fuck, or something. But, nope. Instead you're stuck in this fucking desert- there's a rapping at your window again, like somebody's knocking, and you look up. You nearly piss yourself, because there's a dude in full body armor, at least you think it's a dude, they're wearing a leather- ski mask? You're sure you've heard the proper name before, but it's probably not a ski mask, 'cause it's leather. They also have goggles on, like, they look like something you'd find in a lab, but the glass is the stuff that makes it so they can see you, but you can't see them. Like, ski goggles. The strange thought that maybe they're a skier hits you, and you mentally slap yourself because this is the desert, who the fuck goes skiing in a desert? You notice that there's a patch on their chest, like a police officer would wear. With your shitty vision you can't see it from here, but it looks purple. Frankly, they look like they're cosplaying somebody from a shooter game. You mean, what police officer would wear full body armor-

government officials would wear full body armor. Fuck. Shit. What if you accidentally drove into a military base? What if you're in ''Area 51''.
They're still out there, supposedly staring at you, and you swallow deeply. It goes down dry, and there's a bitter taste in your mouth.

- [[Roll down the window, and confront the supposed government official.]]

- [[Don't do anything.]]

- [[Fumble for the gun you keep back here somewhere. It's tough living.]]

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