
New Road
Never thought I'd walk another road after the Divide. Thought I'd stay, face my crimes to the Courer's Mile. Message in that; we're never truly done carving out our history.
Name's Ulysses. Courier. I've done much as I've walked my road, seen many lands, crossed roads with many people, traded both bullet and philosophy alike with many more. I have followed many symbols. I've carried messages, I have learned the meaning of many more. All of this, this road I've walked, to find a nation, a history and a symbol, I could believe in. Roads have taken me far, but I always thought that you could walk no further than the end of your road. History taught me otherwise. Message in that; never underestimate the Old World, and the gifts -and curses- the land can hide. Found a new road now...not quite as lonely as the last...



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2 Chapters:
- Stumbling 2014-12-03 19:49:05 UTC6752
- Piece of history 2014-12-28 20:44:18 UTC4827