ABOUT Duck Chronicles

Remastered and Defined SealLore story line

Duck Chronicles is the revive remake of SealLoreVolumesUncovered.

In this group, we attempt to fix our mistakes. We are bound to make some but overall, i reckon we would have improved

BOOK 1

The story follows the two heroes known as Goste and Seal. They are both on serperate journeys but they usually will both make it at the same destination. Goste is trying to find himself and to cure the curse that is holding him back. While Seal is uncovering certain mysteries about himself and his people that he will need to understand as he has a strong destiny. This also introduces a malicious force, something sinister

The first 35 Chapters are going to be a book. As of writing this we are currently finalizing SealLore and we are on our 30th chapter. We have done a christmas special as we usually do for SealLore and I've added a mini series as well of Origins on important places/relics/etc, beginning with the origins of the fabled Godsword.

BOOK TWO

Accepting the hard truth... Not everything goes everyones way

BOOK THREE
Two years have passed, many things have changed. The communist states have dissolved and has made Southern SealLund fall into chaos. Goste and Seal have lost something very important to dark sinister forces. and a certain affliction keeps someone on the move. Strange forces are brewing.

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A New Hope

18 January, 2022 - bjöng | 0 Comments

The air was thick with dust and asbestos. The humidity made it impossible to breathe. Cooling, Food and Water were unnecessary costs that could affect the efficiency of mass production.

A loud gunshot rang across the 350sqm warehouse. The brain of an orphaned asian child splattered across the floor. Deemed unfit to work due to a papercut, downsizing was always bound to happen.

Steve jobs paced the mahogany floorboards of his air conditioned office overlooking the Apple Inc. warehouse. High tech holograms scattered the wall, showing graphs and metrics, all seeming to predict that targets would not be met.

Steve Jobs sat in his crocodile leather DXRacer and ran his hands through his hair. He opened a secret compartment in his desk and withdrew the ancient contract.

"I'm done for."

Steve Jobs sat there feeling hopeless, his soul was all but lost to the shareholders as stated by the ancient binding contract granting him eternal life to save him from a stage 4 brain tumour. If his quotas weren't met the shareholders would come for his soul and send him into their demonic subspace dimension for all eternity.

"Did you say: 'Child ♥♥♥ Porn'?"

Steve Jobs high tech AI assistant siri began to conjure disturbing images across his office.

"There must be a way out of this, Siri calculate probability of success."

"Did you say: Cow based pornography gay sex?"

Steve Jobs entered a fit of rage, induced by his AI assistant and threw the contract on the floor, shattering the glass of the frame.

...

Several Days Later
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After locking himself in the office with nothing but several grams of Adderall and a bottle of water Steve Jobs collapsed at his desk. He had been non stop running the numbers and researching ways he could reach his quotas and prevent the Shareholders from taking his soul.

In a pool of his own sweat and tears Steve Jobs lay there exhausted, helpless and defeated. The deadline was in 13 days, 16 hrs and 24 minutes. A large countdown displayed on his monitor.

As Steve Jobs slept in his exhaustion fuelled haze a vision came to him. A bright light clouded his vision, scenes of millions of iPhones a second being sent down the production line, billions of dollars entering his account and the Shareholders quotas being met flew past his eyes.

Within this dream at the center of it was a child, looking exactly the same as all the other asian orphans in his sweatshop, but something seemed off, something was different. He awoke with a new found sense of hope and ancient letters burnt into his mind. He had somewhere to start, it was his only hope.

After another couple of hours Steve Jobs had scoured the Apple Inc. databases for a match to these symbols seen in his vision blessed to him by the gods of mega corporations.

Finally he decoded them, they seemed to spell a name.

...

1 week later.

...

Steve Jobs approached the remote village in a heavily tattered robe, the blizzard was harsh but Steve Jobs' will to live was stronger. He had finally reached the last lead on his list, in the search to find his and Apple Inc.'s saviour.

His time was running out, he needed this lead to turn to something.

He removed the piece of paper from his pocket one last time to look at the name, it seemed to give him a sense of hope every time he read it.

The note had the name written on it and it said only one piece of information.

Terry

BOOK III CHAPTER XIX - Arrival of Trumpetia

11 July, 2021 - skillfuldisplay106 | 0 Comments

UCSS
Trumpetian Unitary Capital
Twenty-Five days since the border-crossing

The capital city of Trumpetia, the city is bustling with crowds, all kinds of communist insignia marked all over the buildings and vehicles, and above all else the astonishing trump tower, basking in the noon sun in all its glory overshadowing all the other insignificant buildings.

Goste was currently on his phone, other than the standard issue Google Pixel 2 that are used to contact Anti-Shae the N.W.A, he actually has another phone used for personal contacts and specifically for his other mercenary work outside of Anti-Shae the N.W.A, he was sitting on the bed in a motel room that he stayed in the previous day, the stench was revolting making people outside move away in fear. Jamal and the other ♥♥♥♥♥♥ Slaves are staying in a room at the other end of a motel, far away from goste for this exact reason.

Goste was on the phone to room service, inquiring if they could be able to deliver Big Macs to him, when the answer he received was no he had a tantrum and threw his Chinese Brick Phone into the wall, it shut off due to the autistic energy that came off Goste's tantrum, a little rabbit in a tank saluting saying goodbye to its battery life appeared.

Goste knows what must be done, he must acquire a Big Mac himself.

He opens the door, the stench rushes out, a poor innocent passerby gets rendered unconcious and quickly starts decomposing, if the stench lingers she will be nothing but bones in fifteen minutes.

The first thing Goste did when he arrived in the capital was take a map from the dead store vendor that smelled his stench up close and immediately memorised all the McDonalds within the city, currently there was a McDonalds only around 200 meters away, at the end of the street, but there was a obstacle of unprecedented difficulty. Stairs, Goste hates stairs.

After struggling on the ten step stairs for around eighty minutes. The closing time approaches. Goste was panicking, a trace of autism leaked out when he checked the time on his Anti-Shae phone. He started rushing, breathing heavily, exhausted. While the fat produces the powerful stench it greatly limits Goste's stamina.

After running ten meters, Goste gave up, but a unexpected surprise awaited him. Jamal and the boys were outside smoking mystical crack. Goste used his authority as the owner of the ♥♥♥♥♥♥ Slaves and made them carry him. Jamal immediately saw him approaching and immediately alerted the ♥♥♥♥♥♥ Slaves to put on their nose-plugs, a naturally tool created in a emergency measure to withstand Goste's presence.

Jamal and the ♥♥♥♥♥♥ slaves picked up Goste, he was very, very heavy. And they walked him slowly to the McDonalds, making it just in-time for closing time.

As he opens the door, the bell rings signifying that the door is open, the clerk immediately turns around and a frown appears on her minimum wage slave face. Immediately she recognised who this was, due to the Wanted posters, but money is money after-all and they immediately had the Manager which happened to be a McDonaldian Mage to cast a stench protection-spell. Work can continue.

Goste didn't order himself, Jamal took care of it as he had pity to the slave, after-all they are both in the same situation, ♥♥♥♥♥♥ slave and minimum wage slave, still slaves at the end of the day. Jamal ordered twenty-eight Big Macs, a pack of two-hundred and sixty chicken McNuggets, four large cokes, three large fries and a oreo McFlurry.

Goste unhinged his gargantuan mouth and devoured it all in a unprecedented amount of time, it truly shocked everyone. Goste was appetiser was satiated but his craving for Big Macs had not ended yet, as he got up to complain himself, the door rushed open and the bell rang. The pacemaker made a beep sound.

'A chromosome!?!?, And it just walked in to the McDonalds!?' Goste turned his head and saw...