Hello, my name is Charles

by on April 5, 2015 at 12:01 am
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The Islamic Jihad did not begin in 2001. It had been going on for years, but the Twin Towers were the attack that made the world notice. It wouldn’t be the most devastating attack of course. The Jakarta Massacre in 2031 had far more casualties, and the Paris Bombing of 2036 vaporized most of Old Paris. The Twin Towers are what America remembers though. That attack was the beginning of a century of war that would bring America to her knees before it was over. A century that built the America I grew up in.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on April 4, 2015 at 12:01 am
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There’s some people I introduce myself to right away. Captain Jack Hart. Cowboy. I’m usually giving people the chance to surrender peacefully. You’d be surprised how many people do. Or maybe you wouldn’t. We Cowboys have managed to acquire a bit of a reputation. The name is great at getting people properly focused on important matters. Like life. Death. Life. The little things. But there’s always those that think they can beat the system. Or who doubt my claim as a Cowboy. I love educating them.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on April 3, 2015 at 12:01 am
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Summer and her sisters spent more power than earlier generations had thought possible to keep the Australian networks operating. Chinese hackers never stopped hitting them, and many AIs died when the enemy tracked down all their backups. Summer struck back through the burning Indonesian Firewall and destroyed entire Chinese server farms. Her favorite tactic was using the computers themselves to burn down the physical buildings and wildfires rages across China for months.

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Hello, my name is Charles

by on April 2, 2015 at 12:01 am
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Not every revolution of the Twenty-First Century proved to be beneficial. On a sunny autumn morning in 2001, two airliners flew into two towers in Old New York City. The towers fell, the Islamic Brotherhoods of the time competed for credit, and demonstrations throughout the Islamic world praised the destruction. It was the first time most Westerners realized they were at war. It would take decades for many to accept it. Some never did.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on April 1, 2015 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

People ask me who I am a lot. I rarely introduce myself on first meeting you know. I prefer to let my actions introduce me first. Then I usually just say I’m Jack. Captain Jack if I’m feeling like I want to have some fun. Which is honestly fairly often. And the name has a nice ring to it. Most people never hear the rest of my name from my lips. Though a lot of them figure it out later. My exploits often make the news, and while Jack is a common name, a man in a white suit isn’t. What can I say? I’ve learned to love a good suit.

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