So, after getting used to humanity again and a long discussion among ourselves, we've decided to head west. All of us have varying reasons for it, but it's boils down to being tired of seeing all this damn ash.
And honestly there's not much to boil down on my journals between the last time I did a summary and now. I didn't write much and most everything was buried in ash or burned. Other than Wade spending...a lot of time trying to make some kind of knife grenade.
Anyway beyond that, there are some people here that have figured out how to do...as Rogan has put it "mystical bullshit" nothing as pronounced as Eivan's "miracle grow" druidism (best description anyone came up with yet) and Axel made quite a bit of credit with his skills at tailoring (I managed to help with this too, thanks mom, so we've actually gotten to basically barter for a truck and camper trailer. Though I do feel we're getting the short end of the stick on the truck, the windshield has some spots where it looks like a pissed off jackrabbit went after it with a ball peen hammer, the passenger side headlight is smashed and the bumper has seen better days. Thankfully it has 4wheel drive which will be useful driving through the ash, and Axel immediately inscribed a dizzying number of Scandinavian moon runes (no not real runes I just can't read Danish), he says it's to make the tires puncture and slash proof, and I think he put a lot into it because he slept like a bear for half the day in the bed of the truck once he was done.
Arguably we probably could have put all 12 of us in the truck, 4-6 in the cab and 8-6 in the back since it's a longbed f250, but they offered the camper trailer for free since no one really needs them in town and they had a megadealership. Works for us. The truck is also a diesel so fuel will be easier to come by. Anyway tomorrow we start heading west.....by heading south. the only roads that they know are clear and in good enough shape to drive on are Interstate 25, well a slight lie, I80 is clear enough west to drive to Laramie but no one's really gone much further west than that because everything between there and Salt Lake City is probably shattered and broken. One of the people giving us directions said that there are people in Fort Collins (and surrounding cities), but they're kinda weird.
To be honest I went through there during a college trip, I'd call them weird too. Strange town that had sort of a "California bay area elitism" to it. Wonder what it's like now.
Hopefully tomorrow we'll find out.
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
No, they aren't cannibals.
And no I'm not sitting in a cage made up of the bones of my comrades.... that would be gruesome, who could even think of...especially suspending it off a cliff... that would be silly.
So the last 7 days has been us more or less getting used to socializing with other people again, anyway the people Cheyenne don't celebrate the new year... Well not on the first of January, they decided to do that in march after their first winter after the bombs dropped.
Regarding the town full of kids over in Wheatland, that's an experiment the highschoolers started during last march. One of the more influential kids at the school basically decided that the end of the world was the fault of the adults, and so they and a small group one night headed to Wheatland which had been abandoned in favor of everyone moving to Cheyenne. Left notes to their families and whatnot, the next day there was a standoff, since some of the older highschoolers had taken rifles with them, and the parents decided, after a couple days of talking it over to let them play their own version of "civilization". All the kids in Cheyenne got a choice to go or not, and well.. so far it hasn't turned into lord of the flies...so there's that, and I suppose they also know that if they so chose to, they could always come back to their families down here.
That's basically the short form of the story between Cheyenne and Wheatland right now...or at least that's what the people we've spoken to so far have said.
Anyway, so it was kinda tense for a bit. Axel, Rogan, Wade (finds humor in EVERYTHING and cracks bad jokes, he was staff at the bunker, he also likes knives and explosives, and has spent at least 3 months of the trip trying to combine the two) and Scout (Scott actually, but he's basically been acting as a long range scout for us for the last 6 months since he's somehow figured out how to run through the ash without getting exhausted. He's from the other team that we were the distraction team for.), those four were the ones that initially made contact on the second. Considering we didn't hear gunshots or see them leave till nightfall we were expecting that yes the town was full of cannibals, something that Wade immediately cracked a joke about as soon as he was in town. To be fair four, heavily armed folks walking out of the ashfields from the north did leave the people who met them first a bit concerned. Their first questions were not about who we were but rather Wheatland, thankfully Wade did not make a bad joke and Rogan explained that since it was a town full of children and only children we'd chosen not to visit since we had no context for why they were only children living there. So after a few hours, and a hot meal Scott headed out to make a report with those of us that had stayed out of the town, what was interesting that he was followed, however the guy who tried to follow him got lost off the beaten path and we ended up having to rescue him since he fell down a hole hidden by an ash drift.
On the third we ended up heading into town, the rest of us along with the guy we'd rescued. Other than that, the last few days have been spent getting used to civilization again and linking up with the air force guys who were stationed at Francis AFB and catching up with what we missed.
So I'm pretty certain most anyone that's reading this is aware that the war ended after the bombs dropped, and the military has split up into factions and micro peacekeeping forces with only a hint of a unifying structure remaining since it was a few months before communications were restored.... so we're more or less free to do what we want. We can "re-enlist" or try and go home.... we're mostly considering the "home option"... Though a few of us might have more trouble with that than others.
That's about it for today. I'll keep updating my travels, and also finish recapping the trip from Sherridan to here, though really I can sum it up as the following: "A lot of walking, a lot of praying for the dead in towns we walked through, and hoping things would get better."....So kinda pretty similar to Frodo's journey in lord of the rings now that I think about it after Boromir tried to steal the ring and he and Sam split from the fellowship, however all twelve of us got to walk to "Mordor" and back.
So the last 7 days has been us more or less getting used to socializing with other people again, anyway the people Cheyenne don't celebrate the new year... Well not on the first of January, they decided to do that in march after their first winter after the bombs dropped.
Regarding the town full of kids over in Wheatland, that's an experiment the highschoolers started during last march. One of the more influential kids at the school basically decided that the end of the world was the fault of the adults, and so they and a small group one night headed to Wheatland which had been abandoned in favor of everyone moving to Cheyenne. Left notes to their families and whatnot, the next day there was a standoff, since some of the older highschoolers had taken rifles with them, and the parents decided, after a couple days of talking it over to let them play their own version of "civilization". All the kids in Cheyenne got a choice to go or not, and well.. so far it hasn't turned into lord of the flies...so there's that, and I suppose they also know that if they so chose to, they could always come back to their families down here.
That's basically the short form of the story between Cheyenne and Wheatland right now...or at least that's what the people we've spoken to so far have said.
Anyway, so it was kinda tense for a bit. Axel, Rogan, Wade (finds humor in EVERYTHING and cracks bad jokes, he was staff at the bunker, he also likes knives and explosives, and has spent at least 3 months of the trip trying to combine the two) and Scout (Scott actually, but he's basically been acting as a long range scout for us for the last 6 months since he's somehow figured out how to run through the ash without getting exhausted. He's from the other team that we were the distraction team for.), those four were the ones that initially made contact on the second. Considering we didn't hear gunshots or see them leave till nightfall we were expecting that yes the town was full of cannibals, something that Wade immediately cracked a joke about as soon as he was in town. To be fair four, heavily armed folks walking out of the ashfields from the north did leave the people who met them first a bit concerned. Their first questions were not about who we were but rather Wheatland, thankfully Wade did not make a bad joke and Rogan explained that since it was a town full of children and only children we'd chosen not to visit since we had no context for why they were only children living there. So after a few hours, and a hot meal Scott headed out to make a report with those of us that had stayed out of the town, what was interesting that he was followed, however the guy who tried to follow him got lost off the beaten path and we ended up having to rescue him since he fell down a hole hidden by an ash drift.
On the third we ended up heading into town, the rest of us along with the guy we'd rescued. Other than that, the last few days have been spent getting used to civilization again and linking up with the air force guys who were stationed at Francis AFB and catching up with what we missed.
So I'm pretty certain most anyone that's reading this is aware that the war ended after the bombs dropped, and the military has split up into factions and micro peacekeeping forces with only a hint of a unifying structure remaining since it was a few months before communications were restored.... so we're more or less free to do what we want. We can "re-enlist" or try and go home.... we're mostly considering the "home option"... Though a few of us might have more trouble with that than others.
That's about it for today. I'll keep updating my travels, and also finish recapping the trip from Sherridan to here, though really I can sum it up as the following: "A lot of walking, a lot of praying for the dead in towns we walked through, and hoping things would get better."....So kinda pretty similar to Frodo's journey in lord of the rings now that I think about it after Boromir tried to steal the ring and he and Sam split from the fellowship, however all twelve of us got to walk to "Mordor" and back.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Another day, another year.
So, new years eve.
Hard to think we made it through another year, but we still persevere through this strange new land.
I think I left off around new years the last time I was recapping the time we'd spent in the bunker, aside from getting used to the abilities that we'd started to manifest, albeit in small amounts, we also began to prep our gear to start exploring our surroundings a bit further out than just Sherridan. While it was serving us well with stores of food squirreled away across the more intact structures it would spell our doom if we were to run out. And so early into January we struck out west, which honestly if we'd gone east or south we'd have reached civilization a lot sooner than later, though it was curiosity that drew us, and possibly a lack of common sense.
It took us, guessing here since there was no day and night to guide us and the gps was utterly useless due to interference from the ash, a month and a half to reach the edge Yellowstone national park, or rather the edge of the lava fields. Most of the terrain was broken and cracked, though under the ash was dirt, and dead plants, though the further west we traveled the more ash choked the air. A stop in a town that had all but burnt down and collapsed supplied us with dust respirators. As we hiked and broke trail into the dark and ash stained wastes we paused in each town and small community and took time to thank the previous residents for the supplies we took, and apologize for the disturbance. Cody Wyoming was about the furthest west we managed to travel. That's where the lava flows had rolled out to and most of the town had been destroyed aside from a few of the older civil defense buildings, and a couple of hangars at the airport. There we found the first signs that someone had made it through the initial radiation and ash. In the makeshift housing at the airfield we found no bodies, only some signs that people had been there, some left behind journals though those had been desecrated by the ash and heat and crumbled when we touched them.
However there was a message painted on the inside of a hangar. "Survived the end. Lava forcing us out, headed east and south. 30 of us. -Sep/Oct?" In our travel we didn't find anyone else, or evidence anyone had traveled along our path before us, so I hold out hope they did in fact make it out of the wastes, as there are plenty of towns to collect supplies from.
Due to the heat and low likelihood of being able to find water out there, we chose not to approach Yellowstone any further and headed back east to the bunker, carrying extra supplies we could use on makeshift sleds made from skis and pallets taken from the storage room of a sports shop. With the trail we had made still mostly there it only took us maybe a few weeks to return to the bunker.
And now back to the here and now. We've reached Cheyenne, for real this time. There are people here, less ash, more animals, and so far no one's decided to shoot us. However no one seems to be preparing to celebrate the new year. Once it's morning we're going to split groups, Rogan, Axel and once we figure out who's going with them, two others, are going to go into town and actually make contact with the townspeople... they seem nice enough from a distance, but we don't want to risk everyone being in town and them turning out to be cannibals or something.
Hard to think we made it through another year, but we still persevere through this strange new land.
I think I left off around new years the last time I was recapping the time we'd spent in the bunker, aside from getting used to the abilities that we'd started to manifest, albeit in small amounts, we also began to prep our gear to start exploring our surroundings a bit further out than just Sherridan. While it was serving us well with stores of food squirreled away across the more intact structures it would spell our doom if we were to run out. And so early into January we struck out west, which honestly if we'd gone east or south we'd have reached civilization a lot sooner than later, though it was curiosity that drew us, and possibly a lack of common sense.
It took us, guessing here since there was no day and night to guide us and the gps was utterly useless due to interference from the ash, a month and a half to reach the edge Yellowstone national park, or rather the edge of the lava fields. Most of the terrain was broken and cracked, though under the ash was dirt, and dead plants, though the further west we traveled the more ash choked the air. A stop in a town that had all but burnt down and collapsed supplied us with dust respirators. As we hiked and broke trail into the dark and ash stained wastes we paused in each town and small community and took time to thank the previous residents for the supplies we took, and apologize for the disturbance. Cody Wyoming was about the furthest west we managed to travel. That's where the lava flows had rolled out to and most of the town had been destroyed aside from a few of the older civil defense buildings, and a couple of hangars at the airport. There we found the first signs that someone had made it through the initial radiation and ash. In the makeshift housing at the airfield we found no bodies, only some signs that people had been there, some left behind journals though those had been desecrated by the ash and heat and crumbled when we touched them.
However there was a message painted on the inside of a hangar. "Survived the end. Lava forcing us out, headed east and south. 30 of us. -Sep/Oct?" In our travel we didn't find anyone else, or evidence anyone had traveled along our path before us, so I hold out hope they did in fact make it out of the wastes, as there are plenty of towns to collect supplies from.
Due to the heat and low likelihood of being able to find water out there, we chose not to approach Yellowstone any further and headed back east to the bunker, carrying extra supplies we could use on makeshift sleds made from skis and pallets taken from the storage room of a sports shop. With the trail we had made still mostly there it only took us maybe a few weeks to return to the bunker.
And now back to the here and now. We've reached Cheyenne, for real this time. There are people here, less ash, more animals, and so far no one's decided to shoot us. However no one seems to be preparing to celebrate the new year. Once it's morning we're going to split groups, Rogan, Axel and once we figure out who's going with them, two others, are going to go into town and actually make contact with the townspeople... they seem nice enough from a distance, but we don't want to risk everyone being in town and them turning out to be cannibals or something.
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Merry Christmas post, no recap tonight.
So, by all determinations according to the gps and the internal clocks on the internet, today is Christmas.
No a man in a magic sled did not deliver us gifts, though Axel did. He's apparently been working on some new gear for us for a few months using a bunch of cloth he collected. I'm actually damn impressed I knew he could sew from how well he stitched up my arm after I put a gash in it on a broken plate glass window, but I just thought he'd done emt work at some point. Turns out his mom runs (well hopefully still does run) a tailoring shop in Copenhagen off near the Spinderiet..... Yes I have no idea what any of that means beyond his mom is a seamstress and made him learn the trade as a child.
Anyway he made various coats and jackets for us while intermixing empowered runes into the gear using dark blue thread. Blends in the the black stained cloth (almost all our gear is stained black from the ash. I doubt even bleach would affect it any). Anyway all he did was word the runes in to prevent most wear and tear beyond intentional acts by us... Meaning it won't stop use from cutting it up into tatters with a knife, and may stop a bullet shot at us. Anyway he chose to make the clothes to match out personality and manner of motion I guess. That or he's a spiritual medium since he crossed a trench-coat with a tactical vest for me, and then added a hood for good measure.... It's basically everything I'd ever wanted out of an all weather piece of gear, no sleeves for unrestricted movement of my arms.
One of the other reasons he gave us for giving us the clothes was because of the Yule Cat... The short version of his explanation is that it's a mythological Scandinavian beast that eats people that don't receive new clothes around yuletide....To be on the safe side I have Axel my spare hat in return.
Anyway, merry christmas etc... and watch out for house sized demon cats from Iceland.
No a man in a magic sled did not deliver us gifts, though Axel did. He's apparently been working on some new gear for us for a few months using a bunch of cloth he collected. I'm actually damn impressed I knew he could sew from how well he stitched up my arm after I put a gash in it on a broken plate glass window, but I just thought he'd done emt work at some point. Turns out his mom runs (well hopefully still does run) a tailoring shop in Copenhagen off near the Spinderiet..... Yes I have no idea what any of that means beyond his mom is a seamstress and made him learn the trade as a child.
Anyway he made various coats and jackets for us while intermixing empowered runes into the gear using dark blue thread. Blends in the the black stained cloth (almost all our gear is stained black from the ash. I doubt even bleach would affect it any). Anyway all he did was word the runes in to prevent most wear and tear beyond intentional acts by us... Meaning it won't stop use from cutting it up into tatters with a knife, and may stop a bullet shot at us. Anyway he chose to make the clothes to match out personality and manner of motion I guess. That or he's a spiritual medium since he crossed a trench-coat with a tactical vest for me, and then added a hood for good measure.... It's basically everything I'd ever wanted out of an all weather piece of gear, no sleeves for unrestricted movement of my arms.
One of the other reasons he gave us for giving us the clothes was because of the Yule Cat... The short version of his explanation is that it's a mythological Scandinavian beast that eats people that don't receive new clothes around yuletide....To be on the safe side I have Axel my spare hat in return.
Anyway, merry christmas etc... and watch out for house sized demon cats from Iceland.
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Recaps and recaps.
So I left off with the hallucination about he ground lightning. Over about a week or so all of us had one or another to varying degrees. Basically to the outside observer we'd stop what we were doing, like something had got out attention and look west before passing out, for example Leishey says he heard something like a heartbeat growing louder from the west before a bolt of light pierced the ash cloud dispersing it and shot up into space, compared to Rogan where he says a '50s style UFO slammed down into the valley below the mountain and sinking into the ground, all of it was generally pretty weird. For a while we thought it was just stress really, as though we were losing our minds over time, but about two weeks later Eivan managed to get a plant to grow through force of will and we started to seriously consider that maybe something had changed. Axel was probably the first one to say what we were thinking, that Eivan had figured out magic. I don't really know what to believe about it really.
Eivan talked us through what he did and only Axel and I actually figured out how to do anything, I can sort of conjure up a ball of fire, while Axel figured out lightning and how writing out words while "thinking really hard" about what they meant, could imbue with with the effect. The first experiment he did, while simple, was quite interesting. "this paper is on fire" As soon as he finished with it, the paper actually did light on fire.
Unfortunately he tried this inside the bunker and in his ensuing panic managed to spread the flames to a bedroll, thankfully we had plenty of those. The followup to this, that I thought of, was "When this paper is torn it will catch fire". This worked out pretty well, but ultimately it would be dangerous to have a bunch of them written up as simply as that because apparently "when it is torn" is interpreted quite liberally to include damage from creasing the paper too much as well as just natural wear and tear. We've also figured out we do have limits on what we can do. Eivan can't will a massively giant tree to grow from nothing, it has to start from a seed, and he can't do that in one go, at first it took him a month to get an orange tree to grow to maturity and kicking out fresh oranges, and it would take hours a day of concentration till he collapsed, now he says he could do it over a week just by casually focusing on it if he wanted. Haven't figured out how to use this on wounds on a person though, that would definitely come in handy if someone got hurt.
Comparative to how he started out, Axel says he hasn't figured out if he has a limit. He says it has to do with the effect and how intricate the conditions for it to work are. For example, a piece of paper written up so that it explodes into flames when torn isn't much, but say he words it so that it catches fire ten seconds after the border strip around the edge is pulled off at a specific temperature can actually give him a slight headache. As for me, I can't really do much, just conjure a ball of fire maybe the size of a softball and get it got enough that it can barely ignite stuff like kindling. I mean it's useful without a lighter on hand, but it's not showstopping like willing a tree to grow to maturity, or making a landmine out of a piece of paper.
So for the events since we left our camp near the town of children, Eivan insisted on waiting till night before sneaking down to their greenhouses and tricking the plants into doubling their growth rates for a while, It was a nice gesture I guess. Nothing much has really happened. Mostly it's just use walking through varying thicknesses of ash over-viewing a definite trail along the shattered earth as we follow highway 87. The trail is along the highway roadbed and it gets enough use... so yeah, though it seems the GPS is inaccurate as all hell because it was not Cheyenne that we'd found, but rather the smaller town of Wheatland to the north (yes we had to look at the sign at the edge of town to figure this out). It does appear that they have working vehicles in this area though since the roadbed is mostly cleared off of ash, though we haven't seen anyone driving along.
With any luck there will be people in Cheyenne to possibly explain things.
Eivan talked us through what he did and only Axel and I actually figured out how to do anything, I can sort of conjure up a ball of fire, while Axel figured out lightning and how writing out words while "thinking really hard" about what they meant, could imbue with with the effect. The first experiment he did, while simple, was quite interesting. "this paper is on fire" As soon as he finished with it, the paper actually did light on fire.
Unfortunately he tried this inside the bunker and in his ensuing panic managed to spread the flames to a bedroll, thankfully we had plenty of those. The followup to this, that I thought of, was "When this paper is torn it will catch fire". This worked out pretty well, but ultimately it would be dangerous to have a bunch of them written up as simply as that because apparently "when it is torn" is interpreted quite liberally to include damage from creasing the paper too much as well as just natural wear and tear. We've also figured out we do have limits on what we can do. Eivan can't will a massively giant tree to grow from nothing, it has to start from a seed, and he can't do that in one go, at first it took him a month to get an orange tree to grow to maturity and kicking out fresh oranges, and it would take hours a day of concentration till he collapsed, now he says he could do it over a week just by casually focusing on it if he wanted. Haven't figured out how to use this on wounds on a person though, that would definitely come in handy if someone got hurt.
Comparative to how he started out, Axel says he hasn't figured out if he has a limit. He says it has to do with the effect and how intricate the conditions for it to work are. For example, a piece of paper written up so that it explodes into flames when torn isn't much, but say he words it so that it catches fire ten seconds after the border strip around the edge is pulled off at a specific temperature can actually give him a slight headache. As for me, I can't really do much, just conjure a ball of fire maybe the size of a softball and get it got enough that it can barely ignite stuff like kindling. I mean it's useful without a lighter on hand, but it's not showstopping like willing a tree to grow to maturity, or making a landmine out of a piece of paper.
So for the events since we left our camp near the town of children, Eivan insisted on waiting till night before sneaking down to their greenhouses and tricking the plants into doubling their growth rates for a while, It was a nice gesture I guess. Nothing much has really happened. Mostly it's just use walking through varying thicknesses of ash over-viewing a definite trail along the shattered earth as we follow highway 87. The trail is along the highway roadbed and it gets enough use... so yeah, though it seems the GPS is inaccurate as all hell because it was not Cheyenne that we'd found, but rather the smaller town of Wheatland to the north (yes we had to look at the sign at the edge of town to figure this out). It does appear that they have working vehicles in this area though since the roadbed is mostly cleared off of ash, though we haven't seen anyone driving along.
With any luck there will be people in Cheyenne to possibly explain things.
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Test post, for potential publishing?
Author's note: Just a test bit for critique, a story post will be made probably on Saturday.
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Temporary title; Blastwave I: The folly of war
Dear Reader,
Good morning, good evening. Where ever you may be, allow me to be your guide through this terrible tale of the folly of man. I have no doubt that it did not happen, but allow me to explain.
Last year during July fourth, when most other people would be out celebrating the birth of the U.S. by blowing up a small chunk of it, I and a few other researchers at a facility that need not be named were performing an experiment based on a new form of technology that we had developed that captured and stored Neutrino particles. In simple terms we were attempting to bypass the normal laws of reality and send something through time in a more... direct route. To say the least the experiment resulted in an electrical fire and a loss of all the collected neutrino particles. Initially we thought that we had been pranked by another research team due to the facility having been consumed by a prank war with the winner earning a very coveted statue of a monkey, however when the smoke cleared I found, in place of the Circle K 44oz soft drink we were attempting to launch through time, a well worn journal had taken its place.
Out tests conducted on the journal indicate that, among a detectable tachyon radiation count it also has been exposed to various heavy elements that are present at a recent atomic detonation, which leads us to believe that we have evidence of a variation of one of the alternate timeline theories in our possession. After a heated debate among my research group we decided to publish the contents of the book as an action adventure story for, though we have found no reason to believe that the events recorded within did not happen in the timeline it came from, and have found no proof that it was simply a clever ruse. I have been in charge of this side venture, and have chosen to leave most of the contents unedited, except in a few instances where noted. As an added note, the page where the writer wrote his name on the book was either torn out so we, unfortunately do not know who in this alternate timeline wrote the following.
With all regards,
Associate Researcher R.G. Phoenix
p1.
10-26-2012
Am I alive, or am I in hell? I don't know beyond that I slept through the apocalypse. The power's been out all day and the battery on my radio died in the afternoon, though all it had on all the bands was the same automated message on a loop about staying indoors due to radiation. I shouldn't have stayed up most of the night studying for midterms. Now I'm stuck here and left behind. I don't even have my room-mate to talk to. He just vanished last week saying he had a family emergency before running out of the apartment with his camping backpack and a guitar case. Then again he wasn't exactly much for conversation. Keeping the fridge door closed to try and let the food last a while.
10-27-2012
I started digging through my closet today to keep my mind on something. Forgot that I'd stored the old microwave in there, and a laptop and a bunch of old school stuff. Laptop powered on and runs, so I got to play some solitaire for a while.
Midafternoon now, a miracle happened. The power's back on. I can listen to the radio, mostly static though. One of the rock stations is still playing music and the DJ is talking to keep calm and that help is on the way.
I miss my family, our dog, even the rabbit.
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Temporary title; Blastwave I: The folly of war
Dear Reader,
Good morning, good evening. Where ever you may be, allow me to be your guide through this terrible tale of the folly of man. I have no doubt that it did not happen, but allow me to explain.
Last year during July fourth, when most other people would be out celebrating the birth of the U.S. by blowing up a small chunk of it, I and a few other researchers at a facility that need not be named were performing an experiment based on a new form of technology that we had developed that captured and stored Neutrino particles. In simple terms we were attempting to bypass the normal laws of reality and send something through time in a more... direct route. To say the least the experiment resulted in an electrical fire and a loss of all the collected neutrino particles. Initially we thought that we had been pranked by another research team due to the facility having been consumed by a prank war with the winner earning a very coveted statue of a monkey, however when the smoke cleared I found, in place of the Circle K 44oz soft drink we were attempting to launch through time, a well worn journal had taken its place.
Out tests conducted on the journal indicate that, among a detectable tachyon radiation count it also has been exposed to various heavy elements that are present at a recent atomic detonation, which leads us to believe that we have evidence of a variation of one of the alternate timeline theories in our possession. After a heated debate among my research group we decided to publish the contents of the book as an action adventure story for, though we have found no reason to believe that the events recorded within did not happen in the timeline it came from, and have found no proof that it was simply a clever ruse. I have been in charge of this side venture, and have chosen to leave most of the contents unedited, except in a few instances where noted. As an added note, the page where the writer wrote his name on the book was either torn out so we, unfortunately do not know who in this alternate timeline wrote the following.
With all regards,
Associate Researcher R.G. Phoenix
p1.
10-26-2012
Am I alive, or am I in hell? I don't know beyond that I slept through the apocalypse. The power's been out all day and the battery on my radio died in the afternoon, though all it had on all the bands was the same automated message on a loop about staying indoors due to radiation. I shouldn't have stayed up most of the night studying for midterms. Now I'm stuck here and left behind. I don't even have my room-mate to talk to. He just vanished last week saying he had a family emergency before running out of the apartment with his camping backpack and a guitar case. Then again he wasn't exactly much for conversation. Keeping the fridge door closed to try and let the food last a while.
10-27-2012
I started digging through my closet today to keep my mind on something. Forgot that I'd stored the old microwave in there, and a laptop and a bunch of old school stuff. Laptop powered on and runs, so I got to play some solitaire for a while.
Midafternoon now, a miracle happened. The power's back on. I can listen to the radio, mostly static though. One of the rock stations is still playing music and the DJ is talking to keep calm and that help is on the way.
I miss my family, our dog, even the rabbit.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Short update. No recap today.
Made our way further south after bypassing the town of children. It's getting colder and there's less ash in the air to really trap the heat, so we're not exactly moving as quickly as we could due to lethargy from the temperature change.
Also seeing more animals, so that's nice as well, though having a day and a night again is a little disconcerting for us. Might take us a few more days to get used to this again. I'll probably post some more in a couple days when sleep makes sense.
Also seeing more animals, so that's nice as well, though having a day and a night again is a little disconcerting for us. Might take us a few more days to get used to this again. I'll probably post some more in a couple days when sleep makes sense.
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