Wastlands: Book 1 of the Godsfall Chronicles *~*OPEN 12 roles left*~*
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hey, guys, I'm kinda new to this so bear with me >.< I'm not sure on the word account exactly each chapter. i have 145 chapters in one book. each chapter has around 1000 to 2500 words.
I just want to make this clear it's only $15 for the entire project -Broke college student-, this is for a school project for my college and I do not plan on publishing this.
I am planning on having people fully edit and master their Audio if they can.
I'm trying to get a group of people together to start an audiobook here is the description of the story.
The nuclear holocaust which caused the collapse of the Old Times on Earth should have wiped out all human life on the planet. Yes, the gods set up their beautiful Elysiums to provide sanctuaries for their chosen, but by all rights everyone outside the elysian lands should've perished long ago. Yet somehow, human life still managed to persist, even in the deadly, mutant-infested wastelands.
Cloudhawk was a young scavenger who dreamed of being as free as the hawks in the skies, yet seemed destined to live out his life scrounging for scraps in the wasteland ruins. Fate, however, is ever-fickle. A chance meeting with a ragtag group of mercenaries changed the trajectory of his life, bringing him into a world with mutants and metahumans, demonhunters and godslayers, and even gods and demons. Cloudhawk would find his own place in a world that was far greater than he had imagined, find his own path between the zealous light of Sumeru and the whispering darkness of the Abyss... and one day, he would find that even gods may fall.
This is how a hot-blooded yet shocking story begins to unfold.
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NOTE!!! - you can either read 1 part or all 3 it's entirely up to you!! :) the narrator will be payed more as they have to read a Tone more
Cloudhawk woke up to throbbing spasms of pain in his stomach. This familiar sensation had accompanied him his entire life and filled many of his memories. The scavengers referred to it as 'hunger', and it supposedly was a perpetual curse which the Creator had pronounced upon all living beings.
One of the creatures sank its sharp fangs into her neck, then gave it a vicious tug. Blood spewed out like a geyser, blanketing the area with a crimson hue. A second monster. A third. The black shapes competed to get at her, and bloody chunks of meat were ripped off of every part of the woman's body.
In the blink of an eye, her stomach was torn open and her intestines and internal organs were all dragged out of her.
It was bloody, cruel, and terrifying!
This was a pair of long, slender, and sharp scalpels. One of the scalpels shot towards the man’s chest, while the other one was aimed directly at his forehead. There were absolutely no flaws in the speed, timing, or execution of this attack. The most terrifying thing of all was that it seemed as though the two scalpels had appeared out of nowhere! Even someone as incredibly perceptive as the mysterious man was completely unable to tell who it was who had launched this attack at him.
CloudHawk- he is a 15-year-old boy that dreams of getting out of the wastelands, he can be brash and not afraid of anything.
“Hey. Hey! HEY! Why the hell aren’t you helping? This is crazy!” Cloudhawk was filled with utter contempt towards the fat man.“The outpost is at the verge of being wiped out, and the only thing in your mind is how to profit from it?”
If I hadn’t removed her gloves to treat her wounds, my fucking head would’ve been burnt to a cinder by now.
This woman really was a nasty character!
“Calm down, calm down! I’m just an ordinary mercenary of Blackflag Outpost.” Cloudhawk was in so much pain that large beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. “I saw you had passed out, so I brought you back to treat your wounds. I didn’t do anything else, honest!”
“And what the hell do you think you are looking at?!” Cloudhawk slung the shotgun over his back, then pulled out his revolver and waved it a few times, a savage expression on his face.“Y’all better pretend you saw nothing! If you say a word, I’ll waste your sorry asses with my bullets!”
Slyfox - he is the ' commander ' of the blackflag he's a sly old chubby man.
"Fuck me, we finally found some scavs. Arrrright. Let ole Slyfox have a look at how many of you poor bastards are still alive."
"I have credible information that a group of sweepers are active nearby. It is very likely that they might hit this place at any moment. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Today, I'm going to choose a few dozen strong scavengers to form a squad with us. We'll be responsible for providing you with weapons to help you fight back against the sweepers!"
"Useless pieces of crap. You'd rather wait for death than try and make a fight out of it?" When the fat man saw how the scavengers were completely unresponsive, he said in a loud voice, "Who will be the first volunteer? After we beat the sweepers, I'll take him with me when we leave this place!"
MadDog- his voice is commanding and he can crazy when in a fight. has a slight accent he's a cruel man he likes to push cloudHawk around and also likes to kill people as well, think of him as Dark skined
“Don’t worry. We’ve been raising Woola here in the compound. It has a very sharp nose, and whenever someone it doesn’t recognize tries to barge in, it’ll deal with the trespasser the same way it just dealt with you. It’s been fed on man-meat ever since it was young. It’d gnaw all the flesh off your bones in just a few minutes.” Mad Dog personally held the creature back and started to tie him up again. The creature shook its large head repeatedly in an unhappy manner, but even it was unable to resist Mad Dog’s strange, frightening strength. “Be a good boy, Woola. Later, I’ll go to the black market and get you your favorite snack; a human leg!”
"Slyfox, what's the point of you even bringing these pieces of crap with you?" Mad Dog was now extremely irritable and impatient. "Way I see it, all you are doing is wasting our time!"
“You pretended to be asleep, then suddenly delivered a mortal blow to him?” Mad Dog thought it through carefully, then decided that it was plausible. The corpse on the ground had probably just underestimated the kid too much. “Next time, hang a bell on the door or set up a simple trap. Shit like this happens every night at Blackflag Outpost. You were lucky this time, but you might not be so lucky next time.”
Bloodsoaked Queen- shes cold harded and rarely shows her feelings
“There’s no need for me to continue hiding in this shabby room any further.” The Bloodsoaked Queen had already made up her mind. “I admit that you were of assistance to me. The warriors of the gods do not forget those who provided them succor! I can agree to any one request of yours, so long as it isn’t an excessive one. Speak!”
“You obstinate, daydreaming fool!” The Queen’s face quickly hardened once more. She said in her customary, cold voice, “I can teach you, yes… but I have to warn you right now that if you don’t have the necessary talent or the blessings of the gods, these techniques will be completely useless to you, even if by some miracle you actually manage to master them.”
“No need to put on pretenses in front of me.” The Bloodsoaked Queen’s hoarse voice sounded like the shattering of glass, but a hint of rage could be heard within that sinister coldness. The rage didn’t seem like a blazing inferno; rather, it was like smoldering coals that had long ago merged into her soul and become a part of her “I know who you are, and I know why you have come here. I also know who it is that stands behind you. So… let’s cut the crap. I’ll give you a chance. Come at me.”
Mantis - he is a cold hearted assassin much like the queen
“You spent a total of four seconds in drawing the gun, loading the bullet, and then firing. I would’ve been able to cut your throat in a third of a second.”
This was the first time Cloudhawk had seen Mantis launching an ‘attack’. He never would’ve imagined that Mantis was as incredible as this!
“Remember. The more complicated, high-tech, and high-level a weapon is, the more dangerous it is to its own wielder. If you end up relying too heavily on those high-tech weapons, death will be quick to arrive for you. The best weapons are the ones that appear everywhere. They are easy to deploy and easy to use. For a truly talented assassin, even grass and twigs can be used to take another’s life.”
“We can’t let the path he’s chosen be too easy,”
Mantis replied emotionlessly
"Please don’t confuse me with your kind. We aren’t the same, and neither is our purpose. If necessary we will be enemies.” Mantis’ cold voice held nothing back.|
“He was able to sense your energy. If you don’t leave you’ll be discovered.”
demon- has a sly cocky attitude
He let out a chuckle, then said, “You really are quite composed, to be able to wait so long before coming out.”
“Nothing.” The black-garbed man withdrew his gaze, then said slowly,
“That stone is completely useless to you. If you are able to find it in the future, I’ll pay you a hundred times the commission you earned today!”
“Wait a moment!” For the first time, the black-garbed man spoke. His gravelly voice sounded like that of a tightly controlled wild beast’s, and when it came out from that breathing mask it sounded incredibly strange.
“Did any of you find anything unusual? For example, a strange rock.”
Captain Lain-- he speaks with great difficulty, as though every single word was extremely taxing for him to say. It was almost as though someone had thrown a lever into his mouth, making it difficult for him to speak. There was an extremely deep scar on the side of his neck; most likely, the wound that had caused that scar had impacted his vocal cords.
NOTE he does end up dying...
“I’m Lain, the captain of this squad and a member of the elite guards of Blackflag Outpost. I’ll be responsible for commanding your group in defending against the attack.”
“Right now, a large number of mutabeasts are launching an attack against our outpost! All of you, pick up your weapons and protect our home. Fight them to the bitter end!” Captain Lain’s hoarse voice rang out like the cry of an owl in the night,
“That’s what happens to deserters!” Captain Lain’s hoarse voice rang out in everyone’s ears.“If Blackflag Outpost is destroyed, do you really think you’ll be able to find another place to live? Hell, without Blackflag Outpost, will any of you even be able to survive these wastelands? Pick up your damn weapons. We live or die with the outpost!”
Wulf- hes the second captain of the elite squad his voice is young and energetic youth.
“What the hell happened here?!”
“You belong to Tartarus? Did you kill this alpha wolf? And where the hell is that idiot Lain?!”
“All clear!”
“Let’s go reinforce the other areas!”
You want it? Come and take it, if you have any balls!”
The black silhouette- its an ancient voice ageless within coudhawks stone.
he could even hear a hoarse voice whispering to him from a hidden location at the very bottom of the sea.
“Truth springs forth from the mind. Your thoughts shall determine all, and what you shall imagine is what you shall see!” Although the voice was soft, it was filled with an astonishing presence and was as stately as the voice of a king. (“Awaken, heir to my legacy!”
A majestic yet hoarse voice once more rang out from that black silhouette. “A failure who has been forgotten. Who I am no longer matters. What matters is for you to know who you are.”
“Don’t be impatient, young man. I don’t have much time left.” A hint of aged sorrow appeared within the black silhouette’s voice.“I can sense what you are thinking. Do you wish to leave the wastelands? “I can’t help you leave, not directly… but I can give you what you need more than anything else right now.”
they are just extra voices that are scattered around the story
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
"Place your bets, everyone! Place your bets on how long this newbie will be able to last. One minute, two minutes, or even three minutes!?
“MEAT?!” The red-nosed innkeeper no longer had that friendly, amiable look on his face. His voice was now both shrill and cutting.“You wrecked my performance, and you want to ask for payment? Just fuck off!”
“A stupid, arrogant kid like you wants to threaten and berate ME?” Rednose was enraged. “Waste the fucker!”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” The red-nosed innkeeper’s gaze was filled with malice. “A punk-ass kid like you wants to try and take something away from me? You’ll be missing your two hands when you leave!”
you wil get payed $1 per chapter there's 144 chapters in this book.
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