Research Log [#011]

I don't want these guys to suffer for any longer. == end of log =

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Data Log 01

#1 of data logs of the galactica the first of many data logs recording the events of the starship galactica and it's crew.

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A BRCF Volunteer's Log

Brass wyvern First encounter The history of our relations with nature, the wonderful, unique phenomenon we call life is sometimes truly grieving. The Tasmanian wolf, the passer pigeon, and many others are now nothing but past memories for our...

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Research Log [#010]

I'll bring this up at a meeting. == end of log =

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Research Log [#008]

[restricted access] == log #008 == these investigations have been messing around with my log schedule.

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Jamie vs Ajax [Submission Spar]

Ajax made his way into the locker room, taking off his jeans and tank top as he sat down. He set his wrestling gear to his side after taking it out of his locker, then finished pulling his jeans down to slide his speedos on. Jamie walks in wearing...

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Ricky vs Ray [3-round boxing spar]

They've talked about it a few times before, but it wasn't until now where they had a chance to test each other mettle in the ring. The grey, green-striped tiger happened to see the young, bright green and black husky heading towards the lockers once...

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Ricky vs Nate [Inaugural Gut Punching Match]

Nate McCloud steps into the ring. The masked fox had just finished helping to set up a makeshift ring on the beach--wooden posts for the corners, tied tightly together with hempen rope. The canvas is constructed of palm wood planks covered with a sheet...

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Ricky vs Zander [Birthday beatdown]

"Happy birthday?" "That is correct. Thanks." "Now time for the birthday punches!" Ricky rolls his eyes and smirks, taking off his shirt and tossing it aside so he is now in just his cargo shorts. He rolls his shoulders and put his paws to his...

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George Fox's Boot Log

\*Thump\* \*Thump\* \*Thump\* The sound of dragging started as the foot lifted away and the air became less stale. She was home now. My body as it always does decompressed to it's full form. She probably wouldn't have noticed anyways, I'm literally...

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Genetic Children-Log 01

log 02 to follow. enjoy. log 01-a few days of freedom. the sound of steel grinding against steel followed by a high pitched buzzer and a green light..... an unknown, but familiar voice came from the intercom to his right. "mr.

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