div class="k31gt" style="font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 1.5; font-family: Favorit, 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 15px 0px; font-size: 16px; white-space-collapse: preserve; word-break: break-word; box-sizing: border-box; width: 540px; min-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px var(-post-padding) 0px var(-post-padding);"
p style="font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: inherit; font-family: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding: 0px;"Author notes: I couldn't fit Arty's looks into the chapter so here's what he looks like. He's 5'11 and 185 Lbs, His fur is a nice dark and brown, with slight grey to fill in the empty spaces, Like a Tabby./p
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div class="k31gt" style="font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 1.5; font-family: Favorit, 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 15px 0px; font-size: 16px; white-space-collapse: preserve; word-break: break-word; box-sizing: border-box; width: 540px; min-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px var(-post-padding) 0px var(-post-padding);"
p style="font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: inherit; font-family: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding: 0px;"-Epilogue-/p
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div class="k31gt" style="font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 1.5; font-family: Favorit, 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 15px 0px; font-size: 16px; white-space-collapse: preserve; word-break: break-word; box-sizing: border-box; width: 540px; min-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px var(-post-padding) 0px var(-post-padding);"
p style="font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: inherit; font-family: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding: 0px;"The rhythmic clacking of the train tracks calms Arty. He lay on the dampened wood of the train car as he drifts off to sleep. His Life? Boring no more!/p
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div class="k31gt" style="font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 1.5; font-family: Favorit, 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 15px 0px; font-size: 16px; white-space-collapse: preserve; word-break: break-word; box-sizing: border-box; width: 540px; min-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px var(-post-padding) 0px var(-post-padding);"
p style="font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: inherit; font-family: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding: 0px;"June 12th 1928 7:24 PM Arty walked up the stairs exhausted from the labor load that is keeping the family farm alive. But the farm is nowhere close to being "Alive" It's a mess that's what it is. Nothing had grown and with his father gone, and his mother getting ready to join him. Arty was feeling down. A good boy most his life, the lad enjoyed school and helping around the farm his life was happy, The most fascinating thing about him however was his endless positivity that came with violent physical outbursts. But now it was over. June 26th 1928 2:27 PM Arty put his shovel down, tears swelled in his eyes as he looked up. A small, wooden cross with the word "Ma" scratched into it, and to his left, Pa was there too. Arty's parents, reunited in death. He walked off sniffling. The next day. There Arty was sitting in a office. "Fancy lookin' " He thought to himself. The door behind creaks open as he see's a cat orange in fur sporting a nice tuxedo. The man sits down and slides Arty a paper "I've taking a look and I can value the property to 477 dollars and 10 cents, Sign here." (8,000$ 2023) Arty signed the paper, was handed the money, and was given 24 hours to grab his belongings. In that time he had grabbed the necessities, but what should he grab now? He went into the kitchen rummaging around for his mothers old recipe book. He walked to his parents closet and opened it, There was his father's gear from WW1. The old man never talked about the war and maybe it was for the better. Arty grabbed his father's 1903 Springfield and some small boxes of ammunition stored next to it when a glint caught his eye. Arty looked closer and grabbed the long cylinder and pulled out out of its spot. "Pa's scope! So that's where he put it."/p
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div class="k31gt" style="font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 1.5; font-family: Favorit, 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 15px 0px; font-size: 16px; white-space-collapse: preserve; word-break: break-word; box-sizing: border-box; width: 540px; min-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px var(-post-padding) 0px var(-post-padding);"
p style="font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: inherit; font-family: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding: 0px;"Arty stood near the tracks and checked his watch 11:56. The Midnight train's ought to be here by now. And then, a whistle "Right on time." The train came by fast and ran as fast as he could eventual a open train car presented itself and he through himself into it. Panting he rested./p
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p style="font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: inherit; font-family: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding: 0px;"Author notes: I couldn't fit Arty's looks into the chapter so here's what he looks like. He's 5'11 and 185 Lbs, His fur is a nice dark and brown, with slight grey to fill in the empty spaces, Like a Tabby./p
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div class="k31gt" style="font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 1.5; font-family: Favorit, 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 15px 0px; font-size: 16px; white-space-collapse: preserve; word-break: break-word; box-sizing: border-box; width: 540px; min-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px var(-post-padding) 0px var(-post-padding);"
p style="font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: inherit; font-family: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding: 0px;"-Epilogue-/p
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div class="k31gt" style="font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 1.5; font-family: Favorit, 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 15px 0px; font-size: 16px; white-space-collapse: preserve; word-break: break-word; box-sizing: border-box; width: 540px; min-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px var(-post-padding) 0px var(-post-padding);"
p style="font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: inherit; font-family: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding: 0px;"The rhythmic clacking of the train tracks calms Arty. He lay on the dampened wood of the train car as he drifts off to sleep. His Life? Boring no more!/p
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div class="k31gt" style="font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 1.5; font-family: Favorit, 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 15px 0px; font-size: 16px; white-space-collapse: preserve; word-break: break-word; box-sizing: border-box; width: 540px; min-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px var(-post-padding) 0px var(-post-padding);"
p style="font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: inherit; font-family: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding: 0px;"June 12th 1928 7:24 PM Arty walked up the stairs exhausted from the labor load that is keeping the family farm alive. But the farm is nowhere close to being "Alive" It's a mess that's what it is. Nothing had grown and with his father gone, and his mother getting ready to join him. Arty was feeling down. A good boy most his life, the lad enjoyed school and helping around the farm his life was happy, The most fascinating thing about him however was his endless positivity that came with violent physical outbursts. But now it was over. June 26th 1928 2:27 PM Arty put his shovel down, tears swelled in his eyes as he looked up. A small, wooden cross with the word "Ma" scratched into it, and to his left, Pa was there too. Arty's parents, reunited in death. He walked off sniffling. The next day. There Arty was sitting in a office. "Fancy lookin' " He thought to himself. The door behind creaks open as he see's a cat orange in fur sporting a nice tuxedo. The man sits down and slides Arty a paper "I've taking a look and I can value the property to 477 dollars and 10 cents, Sign here." (8,000$ 2023) Arty signed the paper, was handed the money, and was given 24 hours to grab his belongings. In that time he had grabbed the necessities, but what should he grab now? He went into the kitchen rummaging around for his mothers old recipe book. He walked to his parents closet and opened it, There was his father's gear from WW1. The old man never talked about the war and maybe it was for the better. Arty grabbed his father's 1903 Springfield and some small boxes of ammunition stored next to it when a glint caught his eye. Arty looked closer and grabbed the long cylinder and pulled out out of its spot. "Pa's scope! So that's where he put it."/p
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div class="k31gt" style="font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 1.5; font-family: Favorit, 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 15px 0px; font-size: 16px; white-space-collapse: preserve; word-break: break-word; box-sizing: border-box; width: 540px; min-height: 1.5em; padding: 0px var(-post-padding) 0px var(-post-padding);"
p style="font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: inherit; font-family: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; padding: 0px;"Arty stood near the tracks and checked his watch 11:56. The Midnight train's ought to be here by now. And then, a whistle "Right on time." The train came by fast and ran as fast as he could eventual a open train car presented itself and he through himself into it. Panting he rested./p
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