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Vic's Diary - 1Victor Silverburg's Diary: First EntryVic's Diary - 1
Figured I'd start a running story of what's goin' on around here. I ain't the force I used to be, weak as a kitten, and just now ate up enough that I ain't no scarecrow, and I figure that'll make me an easier target for dyin' than most. Now, I ain't no poet nor author, hell, I wasn't even that good a farmer, and my family's been doing that since before the First American Revolution. When they weren't wandering around showing the Wild West that, yes, there are Jewish Gunfighters, and they're not to be underestimated. Or fighting some war
by ~CanRay
Deadlands: HoE: VicVictor “Vic” Silverburg:Deadlands: HoE: Vic
Concept: Road Warrior turned "North American Hero"
Goal: To find the remnants of his immediate family: His Father Phil (Captain of Signals Corp of Confederate Army), his older brother Noah (Confederate Penitent Soldier due to “Three Strikes” law on violent offences), his older sister Mary (Gunnery Sargent of the Confederate Marine Corps, Armoured Division), and his younger brother Peter (Kidnapped from home, now commands a Road Gang and Slaver Group operating out of Texas).
Appearance: Vic stands at a mighty 6'3”
by ~CanRay
Deadlands: HoE: BirthDeadlands: Hell On Earth: Birth of a HeroDeadlands: HoE: Birth
Somewhere in Texas, 2091 AD:
Johnny Dances-With-Toasters was on a vision quest. Not like those that Native Americans had performed in the centuries past, but a new variety. He was a Shaman, but rather than talk to the Old Spirits, he talked to the new ones: Spirits of Technology.
For just as everything you use gains some of your soul, the more you put into it, the more you get out of it. Most items were powerful enough to live in the Other Side, where they had many enemies. Powerful enou
by ~CanRay
Deadlands: HoE: DeathDeadlands: Hell On Earth: Death of a HeroDeadlands: HoE: Death
Somewhere in Texas, 2091 AD:
Ten years after World War Three, the desert reclaimed what humanity had arrogantly taken from her. Buildings crumbled and were buried, roads cracked and swept underneath sand. The desert was the fastest terrain on Earth for recovering from humanity's invasion.
But mankind had only been culled, not destroyed outright. The tenacity of the race was only equalled by their wickedness. Even now, the desert could not find peace.
Moving down what used to be a major
by ~CanRay
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On a seemingly endless quest to find out how to avoid confusing himself. It's not working....
~Righty, the soon-to-be-ruler of the Right-handed people of the world!
You people won't know what hit you!
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