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Keep in mind...
@♠️Arcstrider Exo♠️: This in the past. Oak is dead. I can’t come up with anything new for the Red War story, so I’m going to go into what he used to do.
Memories of a ghost
Mem. File 12049

Date: May 12

PROCESSING...
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Okay ghost. This is how it’s gonna work. There is a new job available... and I need one thing for you to do. Anytime I die, wait at least 24 hours to res me.


Because of this new job.


It’s kind of a long description, but it’ll be safer... for both of us if you just wait for a bit and hide after I get killed. Even if it’s just a horde of thrall or something. Just hide and wait.


Yes! Especially if I’m killed by a gaurdian! Okay, look. Just promise me... that no matter what, you make sure no one is within a 150 meter radius of you when you reappear for a res, okay?
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Please?


Thank you! As soon as you get to see this job, you’ll understand why this is important. Worst that could happen is that we’ll have to wait a while; but don’t worry. Being dead is kinda relaxing. I just feel kinda bad pinning that on you. But just to let you know, there might be ALOT of dying involved, so be prepared, and if anything goes wrong, go to an Exo named Oak. You’d be able to tell who he is- he has a slight French accent.

MEMORY ARCHIVED-
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C’mon!
@DAG YT: Now you’ve piqued my interest! Trust me. I’m a writer. Nothing can sound strange anymore.
Like i said
@Rjcmanus (New hunter vanguard): I volunteer down here from time to time, so if you ever want to do something, I’m always open. One of my biggest regrets is not really ever getting to know Cayde... so I guess I’ve been trying to be more open, ya’know?
Huh.
@♠️Arcstrider Exo♠️: Inservtion?
So...
@Rjcmannus (New hunter vanguard): You’re the new guy replacing Cayde huh?
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Well... uh... welcome to the hangar! It’s nice to meet you! I work around here as a volunteer from time to time, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before. What’s your story? I know most people aren’t too keen on being a Vangaurd- mostly being forced to work with Zabalda. So...
How did you get to be here?
In the hangar?
With me?
And colonial?
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@Louis the falcon : ok.






But why?
My brain with the story right now:
Me:
Yes. Yes! GOOD IDEAS! YES OHMYGOD YES! IT’S WORKING! YES! OH-HO YEAH!

Me when I re-read it the next day:
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No.

Ctrl a, backspace
HAH!
@♠️Arcstrider Exo♠️: I’m in Texas. It was 28 this morning and now it’s 78.

We don’t get snow.
Oh no...
@BladeBarrageExo: There are TWO of you now?!
@♠️Arcstrider Exo♠️: It really is sad when you think about it. I think his ghost was pretty dumb to expose herself- to even give them the slightest chance of shooting her.

But I guess it doesn’t really matter in the end. What does my opinion have over the dead, right?
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@♠️Arcstrider Exo♠️: Heh.

You remind me of a guy I used to know. He was in my old fire team- he tought me some French...
we evacuated the city together.

Sort of.
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He was a great guy.
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What were we talkin’ about?
Oh
@♠️Arcstrider Exo♠️: Did you know him too? I never really knew him on a personal level, but from when we did talk, he seemed great. Do you want to talk about it sometime? I (used) to have a bachelors in psychology... then you know. Died. So I don’t actually remember anything that I learned...

but I’m still good at listening!
Hey...
I think something’s wrong with John. He hasn’t been himself lately and has only gotten worse. I dunno, maybe it’s Cayde. They were really close, and he was already dealing with relationship problems. I’m just hoping that I can bring him back. I do owe him after all.
Thanks!
@♠️Arcstrider Exo♠️: You too!
:)
@♠️Arcstrider Exo♠️: thanks!
DONE!
https://docs.google.com/document/d/10GGWDvriuwn83BYfe4phbOq11FxVDZ_4pgZO_38wZ-4

It’s all of the previous segments of the story combined. The new one is towards the bottom. (See Mem. File:109828972) Enjoy!
I’ll start writing part 2 soon.
IT’S FINALLY DONE!
Part one at least. Might be one more part, might be 2. WARNING. It deals with existentialism, suicide, PTSD, and depression, and contains harsh language. If you may get offended by any of these things, please do not read this.

Now all I gotta do is figure out how to post it. I may edit it a bit- make it a bit more... readable. But the first part of the story is finished.

But for now, I’m going to sleep. I’ve got a long day tomorrow. C’ya
;)
I wrote another teaser, then I reread it and decided it was stupid and deleted it. Hope you enjoy the excerpt!
Teaser
I went down the block and found a small cafe that used to be there. Didn’t have much, but they had some canned beans and corn. I dropped a few waters and stuffed the food into my bag. As I stepped outside and into the next building, I heard a single crack of a gun ring through the air. Then more. Then a brigade of cracks and booms, then just… silence. I don’t remember much after that. I don’t remember dropping the bag and hauling ass down the road as more shots were fired. I don’t remember crossing the entirety of 3 streets and seeing John hiding behind a corner with his sidearm ready, or remember seeing the brick of the corner of the wall being shot to dust. I don’t remember pulling out the revolver and firing. I don’t remember killing every last one of the aggressors, or remember how many of them there were.
I don’t remember that there were a lot of them. I don’t remember that they never stopped coming.

I didn’t remember killing all of them. I don’t ever remember John joining in.

I don’t remember me putting the rest of the bullets I had into the last one’s head. I don’t remember being tackled down by one of them I didn’t see, or remember stabbing him, or remember how I kept stabbing him. I just remember when John pulled me off of him, and I saw what I did. He stood me up and we stood there, staring at each other, pondering horrible possibilities. We just sat there and kept staring at each other because we were afraid of what we’d see if we looked around.