Sample Drug: Anark3y

Marc had finished a busy day running around his casino. There was a guest that came in so keyed out on the new drug that was going around, the guest almost had Marc's security under the influence. "Goddamn punks!" Marc grumbled under his breath as he entered into the lobby of his condominium. "Good evening, Mr. Alistar." called a voice from behind Marc. The voice was a bit raspy an sounded very familiar to Marc's ears. As Marc turned around he stared into a pair of bloodshot eyes with surprise. The face was familiar. It turned out to be one of his good 'buddies' from back in his drug days...
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Marc J. Alistar, owner and founder of The Red Pearl Casino. Though he is a man of integrity, his past has always came back to haunt him. People that Marc had not seen in years, ever since his drug days, always seem to pop up and find him, either looking for help, or more often times then not money. They would always trust Marc even though he went clean; it was something about his personality that he could not rat out a friend or turn away from them. Marc still has one good friend who is still submerged into the drug world, that he could never cut ties with. This man would frequently tell Marc about the new drug Anark3y, its effects, and how its keyed state stimulated your cravings for the drug.
Marc is a man that could be considered a gate into the world of anark3y, since he himself never lost interest in drugs, but kept his hands clean and never touched the stuff again. He is a man between two worlds...
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I was someone called Captain Raz'r, spelt that way. On a ship the size of 2/3 of PEI, what PEI was to me in this existence I do not know. We were heading towards a place that we barely knew how to get to, when we were attacked by space raiders. They were almost successful blowing off a wing of the aircraft, and capturing me (Raz'r) and a female that Raz'r knew well. She was younger than Raz'r and acted much more younger than she really was. She was a petite frame which made it easier for her to hide behind me (Raz'r). There was another fellow that was picked up by the sister ship of the Raider's flag ship that we were on. How I knew he was there is unknown even to me! He is a good friend of mine. We both knew who's ship we were on, though they looked and smelled like garbage barges. They were capable of much more than what was let to believe. A man had his back to us (Raz'r and the petite). He was talking to the captain of the barges who was a scruffy man. That had a coarse voice, sounding like he took one too many puffs from cigarettes or cigars, or whatever they smoked at this day in age. The man with his back to us finally turned around; and at that moment you could not tell him apart from myself (Raz'r but things did become noticeable of difference he was darker skinned than myself and had a scar over his left eye while myself had a scar over my right eye. His hair was matted and his eyes were brown. While my hair was light and managed, and my eyes were stone blue.
At the same time our friend on the other ship had met a duplicate identical to himself, other than the duplicate had longer hair and was clean shaven; he also was darker skinned as well. They looked at each other both myself and my clone just as my friend and his clone had done.
Soon after the wing was ripped off and a purple cloudy haze consumed the damage and rebuilt part of the wing only to seal it off from space. It also did some other repairs to the ship and then fell back to the back of the ship. It gathered around the engine, where it lingered in its original location on the ship. Inside another close friend of Captain Raz'r was being interrogated. They were in the Grand Gallery of the ship where most of the important meetings took place. They accused her of all sorts of things and it finally settle down and the judge calmed the masses. Asked the accusers and the defence to stand. When he asked for who is to defend their cases, the accuser chose their lawyer while the defence asked for her brother-in-law to defend her. He came to the front. He was a stick of a man scruffier than any in the Grand Gallery; he smelled like old whiskey and tobacco. His eyes always looked dilated. The only thing that stopped everyone from throwing their food at him was what he said…
"Do we really have any evidence that this tragedy was of any way her fault, or had involvement in?" He also added, "In time of crisis we have to use every able bodied person possible; besides without her, re population of the human race would never have been possible, let alone conceivable."
The entire Gallery went silent, the judge counselled with the elders and they agreed to drop the accusations and concentrated on the bigger cause at hand… To save Captain Raz'r and his comrades!

Time has recently has taken a turn that changed the original figment that was constructed by a person's daily life. Father Time has become part of the system, controlled by the tides of power. The progress of technology has surpassed all expectations of humanity, and is now considered a legal alien of man's world; with rights, jobs, and an entire society for their kind. Similar to what Chinatown is, for the Asian community. The one thing that man has still not overcome is emergence into the Universal Society of Intergalactic Alliances (USIA). We do know that existence beyond our planet is real, thanks to the 2112 Charter of Space. This charter was the amendment that all of the Inhabitants on Earth became a single Solar Society, thanks to the visit from the Ran'Fure*, and all differences across the globe were accepted and the people of Earth were united.
The United Planet Earth (UPE) has now become known, to the Ran'Fure* and all other existences beyond, as a Galactic Infant; or Gal-Ants. UPE have already completed the first new Inter-Solar System Cruiser (ISSC) for inter-stellar travel in Space. Though they have experimented with other models, such as the 88 Infinity Universe-Transport Ship or simply the 88 I U-T (88 - model number, I - class, U-T - type), which have replaced gasoline engines, and became the standard vehicle on Earth. The new Plasma Ion Dual Header engine has now become the standard for travel across UPE and with the right body kit, it was capable for inter-stellar travel, just like the ISSC. The first launch into the great beyond was a success, with help from the Ran'Fure*. The first ship that was sent into the great beyond was the ISSC model, though it is argued that the I U-T was the first, and was launched into space on April 12, 2112 or GE 1 (Galaxy Exploration year 1). The ship, ironically was named Enter-Prize!
***The Ran'Fure were not the typical extra terrestrial that humanity had painted a picture of, they were very similar to us humans. With only a few alterations, the Ran'Fure faces were emotionless and curious, while their ears pinched and pointed slightly away from their heads. The perfect description of the Ran'Fure would be that of the classical imagery of the fantasy Elf; tall slender and very strong for their stature. Even their aging was that of the fantasy Elf. Some arguably would say that they were the actual descendants of the Elves from the dark-ages on Earth. It was the time where everything and anything related to fantasy was believed. With the appearance of the Ran'Fure, came their ways and culture, just as all other races have done. They lived a lifestyle that was something between Asian culture and a Medieval European structure.***
The streams of noise, known as El and Mac, passed by the most peaceful resting place of all society; friend or family, rival or foe, enemy or ally, they all come here to rest in peace. The most dominant of resting places, was the family of Jones. Their tomb stood out from all the perfectly aligned tombstones, In the city of Mon-Mort-Onyx. The Jones' controlled most of the city's wealth then, and they were a family that were both feared and revered. They lived in the same city that the relatives of our Captain were from. His ship was the I U-T REIKIN, the Captains' name was Damon Peters; he was part of one of the ruling families of Mon-Mort-Onyx. The Peters, were the advisors of the ruling family that lived on within the city, one of them being the Jones'. As part of Damon's crew, I am obligated to tell his story and our adventures together; my name is Marc…