Auteur/autrice : Cyril Pasteau
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Clone monologues 3
Hello, me.Again, I have to thank my luck; my former messages to you were recorded for naught. So far, I survived in the lawless expanses of 0.9 deep space. But not unscathed. While my valiant Beta clone vat (talking about you here bud) still lays unused, my insurance company has been busy doing business lately.…
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Clone monologues 2
Hello, me. The good news is that I never died so far. The bad news is I expect to do so soon. After my early successes against some opponents who were clearly no match for my Gallente-bred talent, I barely avoided destruction of my Velator class frigate to enemies with both numbers and firepower. I…
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Clone monologues
Hello, me.So you just wake up and it’s like you need to remember everything that another you has lived. And that another you, is me. My name, and yours, is Gabriel DiCozza. I’m fresh out of the academy and, if you are experiencing this memory assistant loader, it means that I am fresh out of…
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Give yourself a present
« Harry, I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it. Don’t wait for it. Just let it happen. It could be a new shirt at the men’s store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot black coffee. »…
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Kurt speaks 2
Rasp does say a lot of things that make little sense. Mainly, he produces some Kislevite gibberish about a stack of gold that ought to be his and isn’t. We just learn to go daddy-ya-cool whenever he has one of those fits.But Rasp is also the man with the look in the eye, with last…