(This is a rant about The Story. If you didn’t like it then, you aren’t going to like this rant either. Feel free to skip.) After a while, I went back and reread my stories, and then I realised how childish they were. Despite me having planned massive story arcs, backstory and technological advances and
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The room was familiar. He remembered the bed, the white sheet, even the bedside cabinet. He knew where he was. He knew it was somewhere safe. He reached out to the bedside table for something. Something was supposed to be there. He couldn’t find it. Despite being in a familiar room, it felt disjointed to
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“So the threat of an attack was from them,” said Erse. “However, we can’t confirm any of the ships specifications. It’s not from any known ship in our database.” “Considering we haven’t seen them for 10 years, that’s not surprising. If they were still using the same old attack ships, they’d be doomed to fail.”
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Erse immediately left the room after hearing what the he had to say. He then turns to Cassandra. “Nice to meet you. Sorry to cut your meeting short, but there are pressing matters, especially regarding the security situation in this section of space. I have news for you too. I believe a friend of yours
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