Something fun

Author's note: I had the idea while reading Romantically Apocalyptic over a year ago when I started this story. Yes, there will be life-alopes in the post-apocalyptic world, and while this post is canon. it is temporally displaced, and might vanish, who knows.

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Canis-Cornus-Americana in the wild

Saw this today poking around my camp, for those still hiding or trapped in the bunkers, on the surface we've taken calling them lifealopes, yeah I know not very creative, but it's a start. So obviously it was a wolf at some point but then it changed. Something we've noticed about them is that wherever they go plant life flourishes, rapidly growing or in cases where the earth was barren regrows rapidly, and in some cases cleansing previously irradiated and dangerous areas to safe levels. Eivan told me of creature like them living in the zone of alienation cleansing the Chernobyl disaster area, but at the time, sitting in the missile base I thought it was just stories he was making up to give us some kind of hope as we waited for either the gradual tic of our Geiger counters to inform us of our impending demise, or a cooling off of the area around us so we might escape to an uncertain fate..... sorry, dark thoughts again.

They're usually benign and calm and approachable, though lifealopes that were predators in the past become extremely territorial if you act aggressively to any new growth caused by their presence. You could say they're sort of like a Dryad, only they're not tied to any one tree or grove. We have found that "herbivore" lifealopes will attack and gore people that damage their "works" only to immediately heal the wounds as if to teach them a lesson. 

As for the one I saw today, it was skittish when I approached it, though the reason was rather clear. It has a partially healed gunshot wound to it's leg, apparently their healing and regeneration doesn't extend to themselves, or something about the wound is different. I didn't get a chance to examine and dress it's wound unfortunately because it wouldn't let me close enough. Hopefully I'll be able to convince it to trust me enough to see if there's anything I can do to ease the discomfort at the least. It's probably wary of me because of my rifle. I'll figure something out. I've also never seen on this far east into the ashlands.

Well... since no one elected to send questions I'll keep my secrets for now.

Launching a new story. Don't worry. Blog with the blastwave will be continuing. Just not now.

Also, I forgot to mention this, but all my readers are welcome to fire off e-mails to Blastwave with questions regarding the world of Blog with the Blastwave, in the next couple of weeks I'll collect all the questions, and answer them (if I can without spoiling anything for the future of the story) and post my response in the blog. Till then, please stand by.

Oh, right. Here's a link to the new story. Check out Interviews with the κρυπτός
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A letter from the writer.

Blog with the blastwave is going to be going onto a Hiatus for the time being. when I initially started this writing project I had always intended for questions to remain unanswered and the how and why of the world to be unexplained. Yes the earth depicted in this was similar but not the same to the one we live in.  I had also decided early on in the process to have the computer system Deadhand  activate on July 4th, in my imagination if it had ever been completed, and kept in operation some tech on that project would have set July 4th as the launch date because it's the defacto birthdate of the U.S. and if that were the case, had some foreign power utterly decimated the country, or at the very least managed to take out a lot of the top brass in such a way that no one had clearance to know what deadhand was or how to deactivate it it would make sense that the final act of nuclear hellfire from our country would occur on the "birth date" so to speak.

But I digress, going on a hiatus for Blog with the blastwave, in a few weeks however I should have a new project started, and a connected blog. I'll post regarding that once I get that going. Also I have work starting this week or next week, and so I will be getting back into that routine.

When I do bring you back to this world of post-apocolyptia things will be much different. till then, you can't stop the signal.

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Happy Independence Day

IF YOU ARE SEEING THIS GET BELOW NOW STOP READING AND FIND A BUNKER! JUST NOW SAW A MISSILE BASE EASTERN WYOMING LAUNCH ALL IT'S ORDINANCE! DO NOT PASS GO DO NOT COLLECT 200$ GET TO A SAFE PLACE NOW AND PRAY!

So, We're stopped over near some campground in eastern Wyoming because we needed a re-supply of equipment and this was the best place to get an air drop, figured I'd do a fourth of July Post while we wait on  "santa".

I'm trying to think of what to say here, I mean.. yeah things have been crazy, I hope for the best, it sound like the Chinese occupation's fought us to a standstill right on the edges of the pacific from the reports we've heard from the west. To be honest I hope it's over soon and we can get back to actually rebuilding. War..fighting. I haven't seen a lot of it but it's pretty shitty. Hope everyone else seeing this is having a pretty good

Raid Siren's just come on to the east of us. Our map shows that as a communica

Mom, dad, if you ever see this thankyou and I love you. Going to try and hide in that "communication" station to our east. Good luck.

Yep, we're the distraction team.

So.. going into that base was a bad idea... well kinda. It proved my theory that we're the distraction team, though getting slammed to the ground and a grenade launcher being held to my head wasn't exactly fun.... nor was the kick in the ribs for being a smart-ass.

So anyway, where to start. Everything was going fine, we walked in the base was just straight up deserted, like everyone had walked off in the middle of going about their usual duties. No power, or anything like that. We were poking around at the main offices, I was the first one to poke my head inside the Commander's office when the other team captured all four of us at once. I got a rifle butt to the head, dunno about everyone else, I heard the takedowns though, Eivan was screaming something in Russian throughout most of it, which really didn't help our case. Probably obscenities.

So the person that got me was their captain, black hair green eyes, had the grenade launcher on her M-4 pressed up against my head, once I could understand what she was yelling about I could actually answer.

In short, she was asking who we were, and why we were here. I chose to be a smartass and say the grenade launcher wasn't as intimidating because she'd get her legs blown off or worse if she shot me with it... that's what earned me the kick to the ribs, I think they're cracked.

We were dragged to the brig, disarmed and interrogated for two days before someone bothered to actually send a message out to the proper people to defuse the situation.... Long story short we're now attached to their group and I can't say where we went from there, or where we're at now.