The Mission- as told by Corpesman Ryan Bohdi Ashwood:
"Holy cheese, it is hot down here.
I mean, yeah. Command told me it'd be warmer here, but I didn't think it'd be so warm that the fecking water would be in the fecking air. I mean, blood and guts.... it's got to be, what? 70 degrees. 73! Man that's hot.
Back in the mountains at NEMA, 40-50 degrees is a good day. You wouldn't even need your thermals.
Down here... all I was told was that it'd be warmer. So I didn't put on my coat. But I am wearing my thermals.
And now I'm drowning in my own sweat!
Heat aside, this place is very different. More, uh, diverse.
I've seen quite a few sub-species and varying mutant races down here.
Ursinus Types: bear folk.
Terrae Types: reptile folk.
Lucanus Types: beetle folk.
Chlorospaians: humans, but they have chloroform mutation. Plant folk.
This place is great. Kinda' scary. But great.
Back at NEMA, I'd only seen a few. The Epoch Aliens being the most innocuous. One named Telal even came with me. The Epoch are those aliens that you see in all those old black and white pre-Rifts films. Elongated heads, pale grey skin, hairless, noseless, thin slit for a mouth, 2 holes for ears, really tall and thin, ... they only communicate psychically. Those are the Epoch.
Been here on Earth for a while it seems. Since 1950. At first, the NSA was keeping them at Military Base 51. They moved them to NORAD later than that when the world started to change, and after the Rifts, NORAD, and then NEMA, needed their help. So we all came to an agreement and co-exist symbiotically.
Them aside, we have the odd mutant here and there. They call them 'Dayers'. I'm just a corpsman, and don't have access to the science, so all I have to go on is 'when I asked'? The science division told me that they've spend too much time outside.
Hence: Dayers.
Which I find ironic, since up in the mountains we're always surrounded by volcanic smog and never see the sun.
Dayers are human, for the most part. Most have an odd skin color (orange, pink, dark blue), and/ or hair color, in addition to the one odd thing:
Some have hyper-metabolisms, giving them enhanced speed and reflexes.
Some have over developed proteins in their systems, making them hard as iron, and super strong.
Some even have warped and extended skeletal structures. You know: horns, tails, additional pairs of arms or legs.
I like them well enough. They're people, same as the rest of us. But, seeing how the military has a 'shoot-on-sight' policy where they're concerned, they usually hide, or stay well away from our outposts. The benefits of being a corpsman is I also moonlight as a local physician.
Illegal; yes. But lucrative enough that I can afford a higher education, as well as bribing whoever I have to, in order to help people get by.
Which is me. I live to help people.
Now, I like money. I won't lie. But thats not what I'm in this for. I come from a long line of military officers, since even before the cataclysm. My family has a long standing tradition of improving life for everyone, either through science, medicine, or invention. I don't care how many eyes and person has or what color they are. If they're hurt. I help them.
Seeing how our barracks tent is about the size of a bus stop, I walk around the camp often.
It is a lot nicer here, than the mountains.
It's green here. The ruins are all still standing here. The houses in the jungle, that were once farms and plantations. The old service stations that, despite cracks and mold, squat off the sides of broken roads, poison coated treasure houses of food, medicine, and other necessities. And they're still there and still full, because the local beasts know that people come to these places looking for just that.
Now, I didn't think they were serious when they said the local beasts were, uh.... dinosaurs.
Then I saw one of those too.
Add Allosaurus' and Tyranosaurus' to that diversity list of mine. But they just sit outside those old buildings that are still full of pre-Rifts goodies, and wait for people to come. It's like that one old movie Jurrasic Park. Only lazier.
The area we're in is a massive grassy knoll outside the jungle. There are a few buildings here. But mostly old cars, and busted up roads.
And they are full of plants and mushrooms. Big mushrooms.
Back at the the NEMA Base, I have this vid-game I like to play on an old console my girl Isha fixed up. You play as a fat little plumber who runs around jumping on mushrooms and dodging vicious plants. Since bing here, I discovered that the little plumber is onto something. Jumping on giant mushrooms is bright fun.
Commander caught me doing it.
Ordered me to do some tests on my own blood work. Turned out I'm full of spores. Had to get treated before I started hallucinating and vomiting to death, but jumping on giant mushrooms is still fun. I'd recommend it to anyone.
And not one day goes by when my blood is clean, but now I'm tromping through waist high grass, from my bunk tent, to the command tent to be briefed on our mission. If I wouldn't be in peril of life, I'd sleep outside. Locals and veterans say that there are Pteradactyls too. Kinda' want to see one.
Really.
Anyway, when I left NEMA, I was told I was going to be collecting medicine samples for the Mountain base. So far, no one's left me gather a Gut-shot thing! All I'e done so far is boil in my tent, and try to resist jumping on those dang giant shrooms.
Hopefully this briefing goes quickly.
And that we get some fans for our tents. The green grass, vaulting jungles, and still standing old road houses are nice, but I'm cooking in my fecking clothes here.
Man, it's hot."
Sunday, July 8, 2018
Call Sign: GILGAMESH- session 1b
Earth: Hereafter
Or Chaos Earth as we all like to call it.
It's a very simple picture to paint for you. Where ever you are right now, and what ever you are doing, try to imagine doing what ever that is... without technology, gas, electricity, or anything controlled by a machine.
How rough are you living? Are you even living. Tough times before the Rifts came. From what we can tell, machines used to run everything. Every time I hear one of our youngster cry about how hard life is, all I have to say to them to straighten them out is is ask them how to cook, clean, and survive. They can and do and they suddenly realize how strong they are. They don't need a single machine to live.
Part of me seriously believes that you lot are the one's living in Hell. Many of the survivors of my age actually believe that that was the biggest reason that life on this planet almost went extinct. It wasn't the Apocalypse. Or cataclysm, or what ever people are calling it officially.
No.
Everyone died because they didn't know how to live without their sellofones. Or is it cellularfones? Without their God's- Teenymobl, Splint, and Elgee- they didn't know what to do. Hundreds of millions, found dead just staring at their hand, waiting for their Gods to save them.
Reality check from the Apocalypse; Gods do not save you. Neither do machines.
You have to save yourself.
And it's a sad and doomed society indeed that relies on machines for their every basic need.
But forgive me. It's not my intent to harp on the lot of you for wrecking everything. But I would like to tell you, at least in this world, in this dimension and reality, that the planet had finally taken enough for the team, and she finally snapped.
Wasn't just the digital fish bowl that ruined everything.
Someone finally created a military machine that was invincible. Not a flying thing. Oh no! The drones of the sky became easy to find. Easy to hack into with computers. Same with anything that could fly, or swim. It was a computer target. Men miles away controlled every decision, and it was a battle of who had the skieviest net diver.
No, the world needed something hard and sturdy. Something highly advanced, but not run by a artificial intelligence. A robot, but run by a man, not itself. Something capable of shooting drones, and subs, and anything else for that matter, but that was also sturdy enough to withstand any attack set against it.
The weapon human kind created, specifically, was a new kind of tank. A giant cannon with legs, that was solar powered and indestructible. It was the solar paneling that gave the unit it's name even; Glitterboy.
A weapon that was too powerful. AI governed all laser technology. So what was made? The worlds first H5 level shot gun shell. The cannon of the Glitterboy was (and still is) a mass driver that opens a shell the size of a water bottle, and magnetically accelerates 200 flechette rounds up to MACH 2 in one fourth of a second.
And no. The laws of physics have not been repealed. When the guns shoot, the shock wave comes first, flattening and deafening everything and everyone. Then there's no oxygen, as the incoming fruitless rounds burn up all the ambient minerals in the atmosphere. And then, those same converted energy particles carve a freight train sized hole through everything up to 20 miles down in a straight line.
Greatest range. Greatest destructive power. Required a human to operate it.
Which brings us to the next step.... who ever could afford one could do what ever they wanted and kill anyone that got in their way.
And they did.
And it was at this point in time, with petty dictators and hackers ruling the world, that the world had decided it had had enough.
So it exploded.
No other way to say it.
See, what most people believe to be .... magic, is usually just technology advanced beyond scientific explanation. There is, however, and energy that exists in the planet. And in people, and plants, and animals, and it's difficult to tap into. Or was, anyway.
When the planet decided to .... reclaim herself, that energy went everywhere. Up, and out, the veins of blue lightning and fire raced all across the planet face. Underground, through the sea, all across the sky, and the landscapes. Hell, the eruptions even extended far into the heavens. Far enough to vaporize all the machines surrounding her, anyway, turn gin them into cosmic dust. And with all of mans self-made Gods destroyed, to say nothing of all it's major edifices, technology, and civilized order as we know it, man had no choice but to start all over again.
Now, it wasn't quite the stone age. And things have gotten better (despite several very large volcanic eruptions ruining the automobile and gun industry).
Cars still run. Most of the roads have been destroyed beyond use, but the vehicles still work. Most are electrical though. Or they run on whiskey (look into it- it's epic). The internal combustion models have all been rendered impotent due to most of the fuel depots and oil reserves getting burned up. First in the petty Tyrant wars, and then in the cataclysm.
Radio towers were still around for the most part. Phones didn't work at first- cellular or land lined, but if you knew how to transmit radio signals, you could communicate all around still. And he have restored telephone lines in some places. But, by and large, we use radios. Radios are solid Ask anyone.
Guns still work too. Even after all the crap thats gone on. So hunting hasn't been, and wasn't, a problem.
And yes. All water and gas lines were wrecked beyond repair. This means you find a magnifying glass (or glass in general) to focus sunlight onto some dry newspaper, as well as be happy to see a Honey Bucket. No joke; port-o-John's are a true and glad sight. Lots of those survived the Earth electrically cleansing itself.
At any rate, hopefully you have some kind of picture of how the world has turned for us. Love of money and technology led to people being too divided to act in the face of tyranny, and too weak to survive a global cataclysm.
Maybe thats your world too. I hope not though.
Now-
In our world of chaos, where now we have to deal with eruptions of magic lightning, and volcanic smog blotting out the sun most of the time, survival in key. It may seen harsh, but fresh water, technology, weapons, shelter- it all has to be fought for. Share if you like, but the best case scenario for doing that is you have to go out and find more stuff the next day, and all too soon. Worst case... who ever you're sharing with slits your throat while your sleeping and takes all your stuff.
This is our world.
I get by in it with my kids.
My name is Lt. Paul Verge. I work for NEMA. We are the only piece of America that survived the cataclysm of the Rifts that created Chaos Earth.
And I will tell you what I can .... about Operation Ekidu.
Or Chaos Earth as we all like to call it.
It's a very simple picture to paint for you. Where ever you are right now, and what ever you are doing, try to imagine doing what ever that is... without technology, gas, electricity, or anything controlled by a machine.
How rough are you living? Are you even living. Tough times before the Rifts came. From what we can tell, machines used to run everything. Every time I hear one of our youngster cry about how hard life is, all I have to say to them to straighten them out is is ask them how to cook, clean, and survive. They can and do and they suddenly realize how strong they are. They don't need a single machine to live.
Part of me seriously believes that you lot are the one's living in Hell. Many of the survivors of my age actually believe that that was the biggest reason that life on this planet almost went extinct. It wasn't the Apocalypse. Or cataclysm, or what ever people are calling it officially.
No.
Everyone died because they didn't know how to live without their sellofones. Or is it cellularfones? Without their God's- Teenymobl, Splint, and Elgee- they didn't know what to do. Hundreds of millions, found dead just staring at their hand, waiting for their Gods to save them.
Reality check from the Apocalypse; Gods do not save you. Neither do machines.
You have to save yourself.
And it's a sad and doomed society indeed that relies on machines for their every basic need.
But forgive me. It's not my intent to harp on the lot of you for wrecking everything. But I would like to tell you, at least in this world, in this dimension and reality, that the planet had finally taken enough for the team, and she finally snapped.
Wasn't just the digital fish bowl that ruined everything.
Someone finally created a military machine that was invincible. Not a flying thing. Oh no! The drones of the sky became easy to find. Easy to hack into with computers. Same with anything that could fly, or swim. It was a computer target. Men miles away controlled every decision, and it was a battle of who had the skieviest net diver.
No, the world needed something hard and sturdy. Something highly advanced, but not run by a artificial intelligence. A robot, but run by a man, not itself. Something capable of shooting drones, and subs, and anything else for that matter, but that was also sturdy enough to withstand any attack set against it.
The weapon human kind created, specifically, was a new kind of tank. A giant cannon with legs, that was solar powered and indestructible. It was the solar paneling that gave the unit it's name even; Glitterboy.
A weapon that was too powerful. AI governed all laser technology. So what was made? The worlds first H5 level shot gun shell. The cannon of the Glitterboy was (and still is) a mass driver that opens a shell the size of a water bottle, and magnetically accelerates 200 flechette rounds up to MACH 2 in one fourth of a second.
And no. The laws of physics have not been repealed. When the guns shoot, the shock wave comes first, flattening and deafening everything and everyone. Then there's no oxygen, as the incoming fruitless rounds burn up all the ambient minerals in the atmosphere. And then, those same converted energy particles carve a freight train sized hole through everything up to 20 miles down in a straight line.
Greatest range. Greatest destructive power. Required a human to operate it.
Which brings us to the next step.... who ever could afford one could do what ever they wanted and kill anyone that got in their way.
And they did.
And it was at this point in time, with petty dictators and hackers ruling the world, that the world had decided it had had enough.
So it exploded.
No other way to say it.
See, what most people believe to be .... magic, is usually just technology advanced beyond scientific explanation. There is, however, and energy that exists in the planet. And in people, and plants, and animals, and it's difficult to tap into. Or was, anyway.
When the planet decided to .... reclaim herself, that energy went everywhere. Up, and out, the veins of blue lightning and fire raced all across the planet face. Underground, through the sea, all across the sky, and the landscapes. Hell, the eruptions even extended far into the heavens. Far enough to vaporize all the machines surrounding her, anyway, turn gin them into cosmic dust. And with all of mans self-made Gods destroyed, to say nothing of all it's major edifices, technology, and civilized order as we know it, man had no choice but to start all over again.
Now, it wasn't quite the stone age. And things have gotten better (despite several very large volcanic eruptions ruining the automobile and gun industry).
Cars still run. Most of the roads have been destroyed beyond use, but the vehicles still work. Most are electrical though. Or they run on whiskey (look into it- it's epic). The internal combustion models have all been rendered impotent due to most of the fuel depots and oil reserves getting burned up. First in the petty Tyrant wars, and then in the cataclysm.
Radio towers were still around for the most part. Phones didn't work at first- cellular or land lined, but if you knew how to transmit radio signals, you could communicate all around still. And he have restored telephone lines in some places. But, by and large, we use radios. Radios are solid Ask anyone.
Guns still work too. Even after all the crap thats gone on. So hunting hasn't been, and wasn't, a problem.
And yes. All water and gas lines were wrecked beyond repair. This means you find a magnifying glass (or glass in general) to focus sunlight onto some dry newspaper, as well as be happy to see a Honey Bucket. No joke; port-o-John's are a true and glad sight. Lots of those survived the Earth electrically cleansing itself.
At any rate, hopefully you have some kind of picture of how the world has turned for us. Love of money and technology led to people being too divided to act in the face of tyranny, and too weak to survive a global cataclysm.
Maybe thats your world too. I hope not though.
Now-
In our world of chaos, where now we have to deal with eruptions of magic lightning, and volcanic smog blotting out the sun most of the time, survival in key. It may seen harsh, but fresh water, technology, weapons, shelter- it all has to be fought for. Share if you like, but the best case scenario for doing that is you have to go out and find more stuff the next day, and all too soon. Worst case... who ever you're sharing with slits your throat while your sleeping and takes all your stuff.
This is our world.
I get by in it with my kids.
My name is Lt. Paul Verge. I work for NEMA. We are the only piece of America that survived the cataclysm of the Rifts that created Chaos Earth.
And I will tell you what I can .... about Operation Ekidu.
Sunday, December 17, 2017
2 For 1 Sale, Citizens
Greetings Citizens.
Your Coalition Government here, with another podcast. Taking a time out to bring you the people more of what you want.
Here's episode 56. Enjoy!
https://archive.org/details/CoalitionDeadboys56
More coming at you from now on. Thank you citizens. Carry on.
Your Coalition Government here, with another podcast. Taking a time out to bring you the people more of what you want.
Here's episode 56. Enjoy!
https://archive.org/details/CoalitionDeadboys56
More coming at you from now on. Thank you citizens. Carry on.
Greetings Citizens.
Still trying to get my hardware and the iTunes software to get along.
But, until then, here's the next episode. Sorry for the delay. I will do a better job of getting these out to you guys.
Enjoy.
https://archive.org/details/CoalitionDeadboys55
Still trying to get my hardware and the iTunes software to get along.
But, until then, here's the next episode. Sorry for the delay. I will do a better job of getting these out to you guys.
Enjoy.
https://archive.org/details/CoalitionDeadboys55
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Finished
They all laughed at me-
They all laughed at me-
But I showed them. I showed the all.
My movie is finished.
And in four hours, I'll have it completed for public viewing.
Yee-Haw!
Feeling cowboy today.
Special thanks to Maddy, Chris, Christian, and Marc for making this masterpiece possible.
Also, I want to thank Kim Daly, who laughed even though she did't get it.
They all laughed at me-
But I showed them. I showed the all.
My movie is finished.
And in four hours, I'll have it completed for public viewing.
Yee-Haw!
Feeling cowboy today.
Special thanks to Maddy, Chris, Christian, and Marc for making this masterpiece possible.
Also, I want to thank Kim Daly, who laughed even though she did't get it.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Looking Forward To Tomorrow
No song cues, please-
Dang! Didn't catch that one in time. Now every red-head is going to sing on purpose just to anger me. I will never learn.
I am looking forward to tomorrow because I am going to film my first project tomorrow.
There will be photos, and I going to be working into the wee hours of the night tonight getting makeup, sound effect, and the lighting ready.
It's funny. For as small of a project as this is, it's a lot of work, and more money than I care to admit has gone into this.
But the nice thing about make up, lights, and sound effects is that you only have to buy/ make them once, and you can use them again and again and again.
Clearly a lesson in how one cuts back the costs. Use things you've used before.
We've ll seen it. I'm just finally happy I get to apply it here.
Awesome.
Also, for you Palladium and Deadboy Fans- Part two will be posted this Saturday. Gonna be awesome. And gross. If you've got problems with insects, I'd avoid this weekends new post.
Or, if you wanna really give someone you know who has a problem with bugs and hard time or a heart attack, yea, send them our wave.
Thats right- we're doing the Xitickix! And they are horrible.
Peace out everyone.
More on Friday.
Dang! Didn't catch that one in time. Now every red-head is going to sing on purpose just to anger me. I will never learn.
I am looking forward to tomorrow because I am going to film my first project tomorrow.
There will be photos, and I going to be working into the wee hours of the night tonight getting makeup, sound effect, and the lighting ready.
It's funny. For as small of a project as this is, it's a lot of work, and more money than I care to admit has gone into this.
But the nice thing about make up, lights, and sound effects is that you only have to buy/ make them once, and you can use them again and again and again.
Clearly a lesson in how one cuts back the costs. Use things you've used before.
We've ll seen it. I'm just finally happy I get to apply it here.
Awesome.
Also, for you Palladium and Deadboy Fans- Part two will be posted this Saturday. Gonna be awesome. And gross. If you've got problems with insects, I'd avoid this weekends new post.
Or, if you wanna really give someone you know who has a problem with bugs and hard time or a heart attack, yea, send them our wave.
Thats right- we're doing the Xitickix! And they are horrible.
Peace out everyone.
More on Friday.
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
The Start
Hey, going to make a fun film over the next few weeks.
Why?
Because I can.
This week, I'm going to get the back grounds and music ready. Also going to write up the simple script. Like I said. It's just going to be a fun thing. A baby step.
The end result- fodder for digital editing.
I'm going to take something simple and see how phenomenal I can make it.
More to follow.
Why?
Because I can.
This week, I'm going to get the back grounds and music ready. Also going to write up the simple script. Like I said. It's just going to be a fun thing. A baby step.
The end result- fodder for digital editing.
I'm going to take something simple and see how phenomenal I can make it.
More to follow.
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