No one was making anything new. No documentaries along the present emergency. No one had the time or energy to programme new channels.
Everyone was to busy staying alive.
This was at the beginning. This was during The Cull itself, as The Blight swept the country, as the infrastructure gave way like a dam made of salt and all the comfortable certainties - advertising, street-sweepers, hotdog stalls, the Metro newspaper on the underground, discount sales, pirated DVDs, free samples from the supermarkets, full vending machines - all the little frills you never fucking noticed, just slowly ...
went away.
- Fear Death By Water
- The idea behind this blog is to share my opinions about Post-Apocalyptic Literature, Films and Ephemera as well as my random nattering on a regular basis.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Halloween playlist
1) Wendnesday 13: Haunt Me
2. Misfits - Halloween
3. Donavan - Season of the witch
4. Matthew Sweet - Devil with the green eyes
5. Peter And The Test Tube Babies - Zombie creeping flesh
6. Wenesdayday 13 - The Ghost Of Vincent Price
7. Groovie Ghoulies -(She's My) Vampire Girl
8. G.B.H.- Lycanthropy
9. Demented Are Go! - Zombie Stalk
10. 45 Grave - Partytime
11. Godless Wicked Creeps - Vamps
12. Samhain-November's Fire
13. Bloodrock D.O.A.
14. Groovie Ghoulies - Graveyard Girlfriend
15. Alien Sex Fiend-R.I.P.
16. Chixdiggit! - Chupacabras
17. The Damned - Thanks For The Night
18.Type O Negative - Creepy Green Light
19. Wednesday 13 - Haddonfield
2. Misfits - Halloween
3. Donavan - Season of the witch
4. Matthew Sweet - Devil with the green eyes
5. Peter And The Test Tube Babies - Zombie creeping flesh
6. Wenesdayday 13 - The Ghost Of Vincent Price
7. Groovie Ghoulies -(She's My) Vampire Girl
8. G.B.H.- Lycanthropy
9. Demented Are Go! - Zombie Stalk
10. 45 Grave - Partytime
11. Godless Wicked Creeps - Vamps
12. Samhain-November's Fire
13. Bloodrock D.O.A.
14. Groovie Ghoulies - Graveyard Girlfriend
15. Alien Sex Fiend-R.I.P.
16. Chixdiggit! - Chupacabras
17. The Damned - Thanks For The Night
18.Type O Negative - Creepy Green Light
19. Wednesday 13 - Haddonfield
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Post Apocalyptic Earth Blog: Post Apocalyptic Larpers Unite!!
Post Apocalyptic Earth Blog: Post Apocalyptic Larpers Unite!!: So I thought I would post this, I am looking to start a Post Apocalyptic larping group. It would by no means only be about Fallout of Mad Ma...
Saturday, October 22, 2011
REBLOG: Musical Interlude the First Megton.us
Reposted from Megaton.us
The band says: "We created a video set in a post apocalyptic era... Not too long into the video you realize the cause of the end of society as we know it, ZOMBIES! I play the role of zombie slaying bad mother fucker roaming the dessert looking for salvation.
Instead i find a shack infested with all sorts of evil. To capture this horror based music video i recruited my people at Knotts Scary farm. Designer Brooke Walters as well as a legion of monsters. Happy Halloween followers of Plague, stay bloody!"
For more information on WINDS OF PLAGUE, please visit:
www.facebook.com/windsofplague
www.myspace.com/windsofplague
www.twitter.com/windsofplague
www.centurymedia.com
The band says: "We created a video set in a post apocalyptic era... Not too long into the video you realize the cause of the end of society as we know it, ZOMBIES! I play the role of zombie slaying bad mother fucker roaming the dessert looking for salvation.
Instead i find a shack infested with all sorts of evil. To capture this horror based music video i recruited my people at Knotts Scary farm. Designer Brooke Walters as well as a legion of monsters. Happy Halloween followers of Plague, stay bloody!"
For more information on WINDS OF PLAGUE, please visit:
www.facebook.com/windsofplague
www.myspace.com/windsofplague
www.twitter.com/windsofplague
www.centurymedia.com
Friday, October 14, 2011
Spikes for the Chainsaw Bat
Procured them today. 8 of the larger ones and 12 of the smaller ones. Bigger ones will be in two rows down the sides of the bat where the chainsaw bar isn't. the smaller ones I'll put in four rows. A row on each side of the bigger ones. The rest I'll put in rings around the bat below the chainsaw bar.
These are the spikes:
Now to paint them flat black. Stay tuned.
These are the spikes:
Now to paint them flat black. Stay tuned.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
In honor of my In Game Death
I'm not dead yet but soon. To comemorate this event I present a little sing along:
Die2nite .... indeed.
Die2nite .... indeed.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Another part for the Chainsaw Bat
Scavenged the local Pick-A-Part and came away with this nifty ball hitch right here:
It should make the perfect pommel to balance out all the extra weight at the top.
And yes (as noted by tintedgrey) I can bash someone to a pulp with both ends now.
It should make the perfect pommel to balance out all the extra weight at the top.
And yes (as noted by tintedgrey) I can bash someone to a pulp with both ends now.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Chainsaw Bat
75% done with the epoxy. Looks exactly as I wanted it to.
Next step spikes. Stay tuned, further updates as events warrant.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Of Dreams, Dreaming and The Apocalypse
My dreams have aways been vivid. There are times when I've had a week-long miniseries type dream. Most of my dreams have two basic dreamscapes. In one I'm in a tall tower. Think 'the biggest building in the world'. For what ever reason it's a self contained building. Schools and everything inside. I never leave the place. Also, for whatever reason the elevators are extremely opulent. Also they are immense. I am always in the elevators I ride them to the top then go back down. In one dream there's an office inside. Computers. Cubicles. Everything. I didn't have the 'Tower' dream last night.
The other dreamscape is at the beach. Sometimes I think it's Hawaii in them because I have to get on a plane to get there. Other times the dream opens with me there already. I always stay at a beach house. And I mean it's right on the beach. Sometimes the house is up on a cliff. Other times it's almost on the sand.
I always do the same types of things too. But it's in the doing that the dream takes the sideways run and becomes different. Sometimes I'm fishing, and one time I fished right off the back porch. Sometimes I walk through the street market/fair that's in constant motion about a block from the house. Other times I take a walk either through the city or along the beach. Many times it's a combination.
The house is always filled with friends. Some of these I can't remember when I wake up, some are amalgams of two or more people, but always always my wife Millie is with me. I know she's there even if she's "off frame".
In the dream I had last night I takek a walk through the street fair. Stop places and have a beer or two (because I'm a beer tourist). Eat food and have a great time. I have my cell phone with me and know that my wife is out with some friends but that we are going to meet on the beach at sunset. I am supposed to call her when I am done exploring the street fair and am on the way to the beach.
After wandering the fair for a bit I begin to make my way to the beach. It's still a bit of a walk so I don't call yet.
Then a strange thing happens. It's a dream so it only seems strange when you wake up. Time lurches forward. It's now past sunset. The day has entered my favorite time. The Blue World. It's that time that exists for only about five minutes just after the sun has set. The whole world turns blue. It's at this time that I am entering the beach. I notice that there seems to be more people there than normal. It's filled with people.
Millie is not with me. But I don't find this strange. We've met and watched the sunset and she has gone back to rejoin 'the ladies'. We meet and then do our own thing a lot not in dreamscape so I didn't think anything of it.
As I walk along the beach the night begins in earnest. Lights in the city come on, the moon rises. I continue to walk along the beach.
Then from the far distance I hear voices begin to rise. That's not normal. The beach is always been fairly peaceful (well there was the big storm that one time). The voices become more urgent and louder. I picke up the phrase 'radio' in all the babbling.
Soon after a squadron of jets flies over. They come from the far side of the city then cross over the beach and continue out over the ocean.
As I turn my head to follow the path of the jets my gaze falls on the moon. It is bright and full in the cloudless sky.
It is also moving rapidly from horizon to horizon and tumbling as it does so. When everyone else on the beach notices this panic sets in. Everyone begins to run. I stand firm and watch the moon. It is still tumbling and moving quickly across the sky, but now it looks as if large areas are on fire.
Time lurched again and I find myself running down the beach with everyone else. I hold my cell phone in my hand and frantically try to call my wife. The signal isn't going through. I try several more times and then put the phone in my pocket.
Up ahead on the beach is some sort of large tent or pavilion and everyone is going into it. I follow them. Everyone is getting into a line. At the front, there is a lady who looks Chinese but speaks in a Russian accent. She hands me a chocolate bar and says that it's the best I'd ever taste and that it'd make me feel better.
I open the wrapper and take a bite.
It's then that I wake up. I look around my dark bedroom, reach over and pat my wife on the behind and think to myself 'wow, that was weird'. Then I go back to sleep.
The other dreamscape is at the beach. Sometimes I think it's Hawaii in them because I have to get on a plane to get there. Other times the dream opens with me there already. I always stay at a beach house. And I mean it's right on the beach. Sometimes the house is up on a cliff. Other times it's almost on the sand.
I always do the same types of things too. But it's in the doing that the dream takes the sideways run and becomes different. Sometimes I'm fishing, and one time I fished right off the back porch. Sometimes I walk through the street market/fair that's in constant motion about a block from the house. Other times I take a walk either through the city or along the beach. Many times it's a combination.
The house is always filled with friends. Some of these I can't remember when I wake up, some are amalgams of two or more people, but always always my wife Millie is with me. I know she's there even if she's "off frame".
In the dream I had last night I takek a walk through the street fair. Stop places and have a beer or two (because I'm a beer tourist). Eat food and have a great time. I have my cell phone with me and know that my wife is out with some friends but that we are going to meet on the beach at sunset. I am supposed to call her when I am done exploring the street fair and am on the way to the beach.
After wandering the fair for a bit I begin to make my way to the beach. It's still a bit of a walk so I don't call yet.
Then a strange thing happens. It's a dream so it only seems strange when you wake up. Time lurches forward. It's now past sunset. The day has entered my favorite time. The Blue World. It's that time that exists for only about five minutes just after the sun has set. The whole world turns blue. It's at this time that I am entering the beach. I notice that there seems to be more people there than normal. It's filled with people.
Millie is not with me. But I don't find this strange. We've met and watched the sunset and she has gone back to rejoin 'the ladies'. We meet and then do our own thing a lot not in dreamscape so I didn't think anything of it.
As I walk along the beach the night begins in earnest. Lights in the city come on, the moon rises. I continue to walk along the beach.
Then from the far distance I hear voices begin to rise. That's not normal. The beach is always been fairly peaceful (well there was the big storm that one time). The voices become more urgent and louder. I picke up the phrase 'radio' in all the babbling.
Soon after a squadron of jets flies over. They come from the far side of the city then cross over the beach and continue out over the ocean.
As I turn my head to follow the path of the jets my gaze falls on the moon. It is bright and full in the cloudless sky.
It is also moving rapidly from horizon to horizon and tumbling as it does so. When everyone else on the beach notices this panic sets in. Everyone begins to run. I stand firm and watch the moon. It is still tumbling and moving quickly across the sky, but now it looks as if large areas are on fire.
Time lurched again and I find myself running down the beach with everyone else. I hold my cell phone in my hand and frantically try to call my wife. The signal isn't going through. I try several more times and then put the phone in my pocket.
Up ahead on the beach is some sort of large tent or pavilion and everyone is going into it. I follow them. Everyone is getting into a line. At the front, there is a lady who looks Chinese but speaks in a Russian accent. She hands me a chocolate bar and says that it's the best I'd ever taste and that it'd make me feel better.
I open the wrapper and take a bite.
It's then that I wake up. I look around my dark bedroom, reach over and pat my wife on the behind and think to myself 'wow, that was weird'. Then I go back to sleep.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Weapons of the Wasteland
My primary weapon will consist of the perfect melding of two sweet armaments you'd want as a scavenger.
The first: A classic Louisville Slugger
The second: A typical chainsaw
Since I had a lot of spare time in my Remedial Reading (Special Education) class ... well because I'm a reading specialist and it's a lot of review for me (right now anyway), I decided to try my hand at some concept art. Hey, it's not my fault she handed us a giant box of crayons during our first class.
The first: A classic Louisville Slugger
The second: A typical chainsaw
Since I had a lot of spare time in my Remedial Reading (Special Education) class ... well because I'm a reading specialist and it's a lot of review for me (right now anyway), I decided to try my hand at some concept art. Hey, it's not my fault she handed us a giant box of crayons during our first class.
That's right. CHAINSAW BAT! Complete with giant metal spikes. YES!
Also for those among you who are just a little more techno savvy than I am, there's a chainsaw bat pictured at about the 46 minute mark in the film Deadland that I tried (with no success) to capture. I have something shiny for the first person to post it. That is all.
Further updates as events warrant.
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