Why can't stories be featured on the front page?
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Seriously, is there a valid reason for this?

laptop problems persist.
After dealing with a blue screen of death in the middle of typing a story, a 15 minute wait for firefox to launch, and multiple errors it has reached the unanimous conclusion to completely wipe the hard drive.

Backing up data started yesterday and will continue until this weekend when the whole system is nuked.

Mostly a notice for the friends/acquaintances I actively chat with on MSN.
And to anyone reading my/kita/fran's story progression.
I won't be halting or postponing, but it may be a bit slow depending on when I can sit down to type out the next entry. I'll have to directly post to site using a different format and screen size than I am use to so the text may appear odd (too large, too small, wrong colour etc.).

If you need to get a hold of me feel free to send me an e-mail:

(Also my MSN).

I won't jinx myself by setting a date for when it will be back up and running.

This story picks up right where Walks with memory shards ends.
If you have just stumbled upon this story by chance then head over to the Story hub to get caught up.
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Warning: This is very cold, neglectful, and evil. You have been warned.

[=10]Kaoori laid on her side in the grove and watched her new child taking it's first steps. It was funny, five months ago she looked forward to this moment with hope and desire. The moment she would finally become a mother and bring life into the world.

And yet, as she looked upon the clumsy disproportionate creature before her wobbling to stand and falling repeatedly she could only feel shame. She had known Wesker had his bad hair days also, but she had been hopeful that his least desirable physical traits would spare her future child. The tiny fawn turned it's head to face it's mother with adoration and let out a muffled "mrrrrrrr". Not an adorable moo. Not a cute maww. a Mrr. She felt disgusted and looked away.

Wesker had left to find food for his new family and she was left alone to babysit that..thing. She had never thought herself shallow, but as the crippled child took it's first tentative steps towards her she could not have moved faster to recoil from it's presence.

"Mrrrr?" It stared at her with those large firey eyes and opened it's gaping jaw questioningly. "Mrrrmrrr?"

Kaoori reared violently and screamed in protest. "Get away! Get away you s-sick..you Get!" Shame. Fear. Desperation.

Another clumsy step and pleading call. "Mrrrr...?"

Wesker would return soon. He would make it better. He would take this..their son away and she could have time alone. She froze as she felt a wetness slide across her forleg and stared down at the protruding tongue of her godsforsaken child.

It was an impulse.
She couldn't explain it to Wesker when he returned.
She said it was an accident.
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She said that she did not see their child.
That she had thought he were a snake in her confusion.
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And yet she knew better.

This is a response to Who, and how?
If you have stumbled across this story by chance then head on over here to get filled in.
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Realizing it might become confusing to try and follow the in progress story dealing with the love triangle of Furfur, Kita and Fran and the disappearance of our main hero, this blog has been created.

Also featured is content directly related to this story arch such as stories from friends or related artwork.

Having 2-3 authors working on one story can be a bit overwhelming without a central hub, so here it is!

If I have missed any then please give me a heads up.
This page will be prettied up with a layout later when I have the time and motivation.

Note: The stories below could possibly contain crude language, mature content, violence, or gore. The stories are clearly marked in either the title or opening note to indicate that the content is present.