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Oh, and I know there isn't much detail, or that much character personality progression in some of the main characters. But thats because this entire thing is pretty much a prequel to the main story.
Don't worry, that will have plenty description, thoughts and feelings, and in all it will be alot more fun... and morbid.

Hey there, I'm Jonesin' for another chapter :ahhh: will there be an update this week (please, please)?? :drool:

Yes, right now I'm working on part of the reveal which will be in the next two chapters.

The Anomaly Of Regahn: Ron McNiall

“Ha ha, don’t worry about it. I mean, we deserved it.” Ron’s mother said.
She was holding an apple and was covered in blood.
Ron tried to struggle against the barb wire cutting his wrists and binding him to the table.
He couldn’t close his eye lids; they had been sown to his eyes. He could only stare at the carnage surrounding his mother.
His father, with his head split open from a gunshot.
Many of the people he went to school with, all cut apart and strung to the ceiling. Their families, sown into them.

“Well maybe not me… or the people.” She said, her uncomfortable smile slowly turning into a blank stare.

“Look in the last place you want to, Regahn. That’s where you hide the answers. Look at me… Look at me!” She screamed.

Ron finally stopped struggling and paid attention.
The blood was leaking from stitches, covering her entire body.
“Come back and find what you hate the most… before you hurt her.”
She bit into the apple, letting her jaw snap and fall at an awkward angle.
The stitches, holding her together, loosened and broke. Organs, muscles, and bits of unidentifiable material fell to the floor as she unraveled like a rag doll.
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“Regahn! Wake up. I don’t know where we… should be going.” The girl said struggling for the words.

Regahn’s eyes slowly slid open.
“Well.” He said. They were sitting in the pilot seats for the submarine.
He picked a bottle of ginger beer up from the dead hand of the previous captain.
“I guess we’re going to the one place I really remember. New Vegas. Something happened there, and I’ve been running from it since. But I don’t even know what it is.” He explained.
She turned back to the radar, annoyed. He usually wasn’t this explanatory and she wanted him to stop talking.

Regahn looked at her for a moment, thinking. He Then turned away from the controls, to see Ella standing in front of him with her hand on Dog Meat’s head.

“You refuse to see what is right in front of you even though you need it. It was your mother first, then the dog, then me, and now her. Yet you don’t even know what we are!” She said, blood flowing into her eyes.
Regahn just sat there, staring.
“You will need to know in order for you to face what is in that vault. Your only hint is a riddle: She hates you. She hates you because you are her and she is you.”

Regahn’s initial response was to quickly turn back to the controls and away from screeching projection before him.
“Can you believe these people?” He said to the girl who was resting her head on the console.
She grunted, unmoving.

He felt Ella whisper into his ear, “This is just another of the many things you know but refuse to see.”