LegendaryStory

=At Loyola University, Chicago, the Dorms= "Latrine duty! Are you fucking kidding me! Fuck you guys!" - said a would-be freshmen to the older classmen. the poor kid has had latrine duty for the past couple of weeks. He hates it. I've been watching my fellow students for a few days now. they, we, call ourselves the Student Union. Some of the poli-sci majors came up with it, and it stuck. No one complained, except for some idiots who wanted a "cool" name. Whatever that means. Things were chilly in chi-town. The windy city had cold wind blowing in, bringing the fog with it. I was nice and warm in my dorm room, with a bunch of camping equipmen

Resurgence Nicholas J. Umbrulus N7 Mission #1 ----- The Storm raged on. It had raged on since early morn. The Weather Forecasters predicted it would go on for a few days. It meant I would be doing my mission in the rain. I was half-way to my objective. I had been walking towards it for many days. This was not the most pleasant of objectives. I had to meet a scientist, who had fled from the world of technology, and bring him or her to the Alliance for questioning. I had almost completed this objective. But the aircraft I was taking was shot down. So now, I'm walking to it. ----- A few weeks ago the Alliance commissioned me to pick up a Sci

The Ship pulled into the Harbor on Irth, the crew unloaded their cargo and began their trading operations. Amelia had me brought out as a a crewman who had taken ill and needed treatment. While the pirates had their goods sold and reaped the benefits of the gold, I suffered in my poisoned sleep. None of the Guards were suspicious. They had a smooth operation, it was admirable, really. To be able to carry out such an illegal operation without the knowledge of the Irthen Guards. She stayed with me the whole time, while her crew moved me into a house at a tavern. The doctor that Amelia had look at me was not one of the best, nor was he by any s

"I have a raging headache," I said as I downed the last of my Sangria, a red wine mixed with lemonade, fruit, like oranges, and some spices. "I'd rather not talk about the ceremony tomorrow." "Alright, alright." said Barnebus. "If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to. Iust inquiring, that's all. meant no offense by it." I rested my forehead on the bar. It felt nice, but I needed to sleep or get some herbs into my system if I wanted to get rid of this headache. "You know what? I'm going to have another drink before I go home." "Take it easy, if you drink anymore you won't be able to find your way home." Barnebus said to me, co