Part 1. LocustMouseHeritageTrailAdventure:
Mission Begin:
Synchronize Watches.
Date is 04.08.2007
Time will be 0207 hours.
Synch.
1 15mg XLR ingested orally.
1 15mg XLR ingested orally(split capsule).
Trestle.
1 packed bowl.
Heritage park.
START.
The moonlight is weak, sporadic at best. In other words, no fuckin good at lighting our way. Mouse followed behind me, making just as little noise as myself while tromping down the crushed rock path. Theres a slight breeze, just enough to grab your attention and demand that hands are returned to pockets for comfort. I can smell something tonight, something strange and slightly otherworldly. It sets my teeth buzzing and sends a rush of anticipation along my spine. ANYTHING can happen tonight. This is what all my senses are screaming at me. The wind whistles quietly to itself, the only sound to compete is the low murmur of whispered warnings passed back and forth between Mouse and myself. (ex: mud here, shit.. here too, lets not come back this way) It seems as though we are alone in the night, two bored ninjas seeking enlightenment rather than entertainment.
The path splits for the first time. On a whim I break to the right, seeking a view of the rushing river I can feel thrumming close by. The clouds part briefly, ripping away from the sliver of pale moon like rags drifting on water. Silver light filters across the churning current, breaking across rocks and shimmering with an eerie light.
Time will be 0235 hours.
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60:32:03:09:28
Mission Begin:
Synchronize Watches.
Date is 04.08.2007
Time will be 0207 hours.
Synch.
1 15mg XLR ingested orally.
1 15mg XLR ingested orally(split capsule).
Trestle.
1 packed bowl.
Heritage park.
START.
The moonlight is weak, sporadic at best. In other words, no fuckin good at lighting our way. Mouse followed behind me, making just as little noise as myself while tromping down the crushed rock path. Theres a slight breeze, just enough to grab your attention and demand that hands are returned to pockets for comfort. I can smell something tonight, something strange and slightly otherworldly. It sets my teeth buzzing and sends a rush of anticipation along my spine. ANYTHING can happen tonight. This is what all my senses are screaming at me. The wind whistles quietly to itself, the only sound to compete is the low murmur of whispered warnings passed back and forth between Mouse and myself. (ex: mud here, shit.. here too, lets not come back this way) It seems as though we are alone in the night, two bored ninjas seeking enlightenment rather than entertainment.
The path splits for the first time. On a whim I break to the right, seeking a view of the rushing river I can feel thrumming close by. The clouds part briefly, ripping away from the sliver of pale moon like rags drifting on water. Silver light filters across the churning current, breaking across rocks and shimmering with an eerie light.
Time will be 0235 hours.
(tobecontinued)
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Please FEEDBACK!
Mouse is writing her own version of events.
It will be posted when she has completed it.
This story will be updated periodically.
Wraith
60:32:03:09:28
wugglyump:
hmmm.