The Gamerman & Scholars Primitive Factions Roleplay Server Hohen – Day 2407 Has it really been 6 and a half years? Six and a half years in Paradise? In Hell? On the Ark… I woke up in a fervor, confused, warmer than I’d ever been, the Sun bearing down on me… 6 Years ago, I …
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Asher, DAY 45
If I was proud of my hut before, now I realized how solely fit for one it was. Here, Esther and I had no room to sleep, not that we wished to be apart, only that we wished for more comfort. And where I had been content to survive, having the essentials, Esther added to my to-do list considerably.
Asher, DAY 40
Off in the distance, where the beach ended, between two large boulders, I heard a cough. Distinct and not like any of the animals I’d heard; human.
Asher, DAY 31
I stalked along the ridge, my eye looking for the dark ominous mass sliding beneath the water. I stood above the patch of land where it had taken Lyssa and did not see it.
Asher, DAY 27
Only time and further exploration would tell whether they would be hostile or passive, but now my mind was flooded with both grief at my renewed isolation, and anger… I wanted to avenge Lyssa.
Asher, DAY 21
I felt a surge of masculinity as I completed my hut; thick trees not unlike bamboo, which were very difficult to cut down. I’m right handed, and my arm shot with pain every time the axe made contact due to the steadily healing gashes in my arm.
Asher, DAY 13
The pain was unbelievable, searing, stinging, piercing; and my arm gave a great lurch as I was pulled forward jarringly before a new pain ramped up my arm to my shoulder and I pulled my arm up from the water.
Asher, DAY 8
Through trial and error, taste-testing the berries, I had found that the black berries would make me tired, and the white berries had the feel of a caffeine rush, but would leave me parched.
Asher, DAY 2
I climbed a palm tree first thing in the morning, determined to use the large leaves at the top for utensils and to fashion something resembling clothing. I would also use large pieces of thatch almost as long as I am tall which lay upon the beach, to fashion together a lean-to upon the top …
Asher, DAY 1
The last thing I could recall before everything that happened on the Ark, was her hair, the smell of it, the feel of it against my face, and whether I’d feel or smell it again, I’d never know.
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