"Dear goodness help you, lady."
"Hu, how long do I have, when will I start to feel it, the transforming?" stammered Karina questioningly.
"We don't know for certain the exact length of time, but..."
"Spit it out already!" yelled Ethan, shaking both in annoyance at the long delay and fear for the nearly unknown person he helped to save and who, it seems, is now in certain doom.
"Well, we plot it at around four days starting from the first time sunlight hits the infected portion."
"Then we only need to keep her inside then, right?" asked Kaley, visibly relieved at the news, then immediately tensing again at the next news.
"No, unfortunately even wood and concrete can't completely block out sunlight, leaving her here would commit her immediately to her fate."
"Oh goodness," cried Kaley, tears springing to her tears, Karina at the news went limp, going into deep shock at this news.
"Wait, you said 'leaving her here' would do that, is there another option?" asked Ethan.
"Very quick, you caught on to that very quickly. Yes, we can take her to my main base and we have a containment unit there that is made out of a special material that completely blocks out sunlight, as well as sound. If we were to put her in there, she would be safe."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Yelled Kaley, struggling to her feet attempting to carry the limp Karina.
"Unfortunately, my base of operations is too far away, and since we cannot use any vehicles that have internal combustion engines in it as long as the Drakt are here, we must walk the distance, a journey of two days, or in this case, due to the season it will be pushing it to get it done in three nights, and that is if we wait until tomorrow."
"Then there is no hope for her," mumbled Kaley, sinking back down with Karina.
"Normally, yes. Fortunately, I came prepared for this possibility, and for other reasons too... I actually am carrying a spare portable version of our containment unit," at this, Lieutenant Colonel Mcdouglas pulled a wrapped black tent-like object, "if you will open this and have Karina get in, she will be protected, unless something tears it, until tomorrow night."
Ethan grunted as he caught the tossed containment tent, "wow, this thing is really heavy."
"Now you understand why it has to be so thin. It's really heavy, but all it takes is a little pressure to tear it and at that point all is lost for the person inside."
"So what then? how do we make sure she stays safe?" asked Kaley, putting Karina down and moving to help Ethan put the tent up.
"You must stay up and keep watch, here is a paper for any authorities that arrive, and here is another shield device, it looks like this man..."
"Ethan," he interjected.
"I see, it looks like Ethan can teach you to use that."
"But what about you?" asked Kaley.
At this, Lieutenant Colonel McDouglas held up the palm of his left hand, which held a small dark spot on it, "I have been marked too, and am infected, which is why I carry two of the containment units."
"But then, that means...!" exclaimed Kaley.
"Yes, you must stay awake, all day, to assure that she, and I, are kept safe. All day, by yourselves."
Greetings and Salutations,
Well, as I'm sure you all noticed that I did not post my story post last week. This I blame on my friends for not bugging me enough about it. Tis their fault and rests not at all upon my laziness and non inclination towards posting on time. Anyways, for some reason this post was causing me trouble. I just couldn't figure out how to have the middle in there and then the end was just causing me pain. Shall I end it here? No, there. Wait, but here is better. ARGH. At one point I even started a whole different type of post, a sort of throwback to what I used to do, but then I came back to this (that's still saved so you may still see it one day). Anyways, there ya go, a post, happy?
Farewells and Valedictions,
Eoin Anndra Davis
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
A Little Glimpse to Bide Me Time
Greetings and Salutations,
This upcoming week I will hopefully post another of the story posts, I'm sure one of my friends who deeply cares about this blog will continue reminding me about it until I do. But in the meantime, I have a little personal update for you. I just finished my Sophomore year of college in game design, and have developed quite a few very small, not fun at all, games to get by all the many assignments involved. Bored with that, I joined to create Chimaera Games with a friend, and we are currently developing (or for the ones who have been following since the very beginning, resuming development) a single player turn based strategy game, similar to the Fire Emblem series, named Renegades of Flame. Unfortunately though, we both hold other jobs and are both in school, so getting together to work on it is difficult and so development on that will probably be slow. However, my mind recently spawned a great new idea that I am going to be running with shortly. It is a hybrid text based and graphic game based around a community of different types. And I leave you with the original concept to the game, written by me.
Farewells and Valedictions,
Eoin Anndra Davis
It happened before anybody could learn anything, one moment everyone was driving or eating or watching TV, then next thing everyone heard, the radio was telling everyone to get to a nuclear shelter as fast as they can. The few that survived that blast returned to the surface to learn from the few military survivors that moments before the attack struck, America struck back. It seems, from what limited intelligence was gathered, that a group of physicists, Russian, Indian, and Chinese, had joined together in Upper Mongolia, each dissatisfied with their countries, and amassed an arsenal of nuclear devices, both those that they designed themselves, and others that they 'liberated' from their respective countries. The terrorists were annihilated as well, as far as we can tell, but before the satellite dishes were destroyed we were receiving reports and emergency transmissions from every first world country in the world, and in addition to that the satellite images showed missiles streaking to every part of the world, striking the capitol cities and nearly all other major cities of Africa, Asia, the Middle East, the Indian subcontinent, Europe, North and South America, and Australia. There is hope that at least a few of the US's military bases around the world were able to halt a portion of the barrage of missiles, but prospects of them being able to defend both the cities they are near and themselves are not high due to the incredibly high pace set by the terrorist movement in their attack.
And as if that wasn't enough, here, just outside Atlanta, we had the worse problem of the CDC. One would have thought that the high heat would have destroyed the malignant viruses and other bacterium housed within its' walls, but no, the housings were designed to be kept safe in case of emergency attack. The concrete was too thick and the blast too far away to cause enough heat through all the many layers of protection to destroy them. However, the earthquake immediately following the blast shattered many containment units, shards of rock and glass ripped many HAZMAT suits, and the screaming people left the building before they had noticed what they had done. The first of these carriers swept over the remaining towns, looking for some way to get inside a shelter before the fallout rained down upon them. We lost several men who went down in a shelter that had been opened to a carrier. They yelled for us to close and lock the door when they reached the bottom. The things they told us...... They screamed for two days, their minds gone mad with the horrible agony from this potent evil concoction and the terror of dying surrounded by this unimaginably evil visage of death, the works of this cocktail of the world's most deadly and horrifying diseases and viruses. We marked the door in red paint we found nearby, hoping another group wouldn't be so stupid as to do what we did.
Life is completely different now. Life is exactly the same. Sure, we don't drive to work in a cubicle every day from nine to five, come home and sit in front of the TV watching reruns before switching to the latest football game. We now go out and work from nine to five rebuilding the barricades and fortifications. Some work in the fields, some write down what they recall from books they read and merit badges they earned, almost all of us work on innovation and I..... well, someone's got to go out to the store occasionally. I'm the king, the master, the... well, not really, I'm just the one that protects everyone else. I'm the one that trains and leads some of my fellow survivors in battle against the various new problems that arise in this society. I'm the one who leads out foraging parties to gather much needed supplies to build the next genius invention, or rebuild from a flood, or help versus a sickness, or just to bring home the bacon. I'm the liaison with the other communities of survivors.
I'm the one...... who needs your command.
Minutes After Midnight
-new hybrid video game trilogy
-- coming, eventually... --
This upcoming week I will hopefully post another of the story posts, I'm sure one of my friends who deeply cares about this blog will continue reminding me about it until I do. But in the meantime, I have a little personal update for you. I just finished my Sophomore year of college in game design, and have developed quite a few very small, not fun at all, games to get by all the many assignments involved. Bored with that, I joined to create Chimaera Games with a friend, and we are currently developing (or for the ones who have been following since the very beginning, resuming development) a single player turn based strategy game, similar to the Fire Emblem series, named Renegades of Flame. Unfortunately though, we both hold other jobs and are both in school, so getting together to work on it is difficult and so development on that will probably be slow. However, my mind recently spawned a great new idea that I am going to be running with shortly. It is a hybrid text based and graphic game based around a community of different types. And I leave you with the original concept to the game, written by me.
Farewells and Valedictions,
Eoin Anndra Davis
It happened before anybody could learn anything, one moment everyone was driving or eating or watching TV, then next thing everyone heard, the radio was telling everyone to get to a nuclear shelter as fast as they can. The few that survived that blast returned to the surface to learn from the few military survivors that moments before the attack struck, America struck back. It seems, from what limited intelligence was gathered, that a group of physicists, Russian, Indian, and Chinese, had joined together in Upper Mongolia, each dissatisfied with their countries, and amassed an arsenal of nuclear devices, both those that they designed themselves, and others that they 'liberated' from their respective countries. The terrorists were annihilated as well, as far as we can tell, but before the satellite dishes were destroyed we were receiving reports and emergency transmissions from every first world country in the world, and in addition to that the satellite images showed missiles streaking to every part of the world, striking the capitol cities and nearly all other major cities of Africa, Asia, the Middle East, the Indian subcontinent, Europe, North and South America, and Australia. There is hope that at least a few of the US's military bases around the world were able to halt a portion of the barrage of missiles, but prospects of them being able to defend both the cities they are near and themselves are not high due to the incredibly high pace set by the terrorist movement in their attack.
And as if that wasn't enough, here, just outside Atlanta, we had the worse problem of the CDC. One would have thought that the high heat would have destroyed the malignant viruses and other bacterium housed within its' walls, but no, the housings were designed to be kept safe in case of emergency attack. The concrete was too thick and the blast too far away to cause enough heat through all the many layers of protection to destroy them. However, the earthquake immediately following the blast shattered many containment units, shards of rock and glass ripped many HAZMAT suits, and the screaming people left the building before they had noticed what they had done. The first of these carriers swept over the remaining towns, looking for some way to get inside a shelter before the fallout rained down upon them. We lost several men who went down in a shelter that had been opened to a carrier. They yelled for us to close and lock the door when they reached the bottom. The things they told us...... They screamed for two days, their minds gone mad with the horrible agony from this potent evil concoction and the terror of dying surrounded by this unimaginably evil visage of death, the works of this cocktail of the world's most deadly and horrifying diseases and viruses. We marked the door in red paint we found nearby, hoping another group wouldn't be so stupid as to do what we did.
Life is completely different now. Life is exactly the same. Sure, we don't drive to work in a cubicle every day from nine to five, come home and sit in front of the TV watching reruns before switching to the latest football game. We now go out and work from nine to five rebuilding the barricades and fortifications. Some work in the fields, some write down what they recall from books they read and merit badges they earned, almost all of us work on innovation and I..... well, someone's got to go out to the store occasionally. I'm the king, the master, the... well, not really, I'm just the one that protects everyone else. I'm the one that trains and leads some of my fellow survivors in battle against the various new problems that arise in this society. I'm the one who leads out foraging parties to gather much needed supplies to build the next genius invention, or rebuild from a flood, or help versus a sickness, or just to bring home the bacon. I'm the liaison with the other communities of survivors.
I'm the one...... who needs your command.
Minutes After Midnight
-new hybrid video game trilogy
-- coming, eventually... --
Friday, December 9, 2011
The Call to Justice and Honor
"My name is Kasyn, Kasyn Mauri."
"Wait... Kasyn.... Daren, isn't that the name of Taine's squad leader?"
"I heard you say Taine's name back in the orifice, how do the two of you know Taine?" asked Kasyn.
"...sigh... he was the one that brought the two of us together and created the friendship we now hold so dearly." Came the reply from Daren, "He brought us together, taught us all we know, trained us both physically and mentally, and gave us the skills, abilities, and materials to both protect and return the fight to the Drakt. He was our teacher, our friend, and was our leader all those years ago when we destroyed the first orifice at camp Smoothbark."
"He left less than a week after that, leaving us his tools to help the next people and telling us that he would keep in touch, but nothing ever came of that, we never heard from him again." Said Jaison, shaking his head at the ground.
"So you two are the ones he talked about... interesting," pondered Kasyn, looking more intently at the two, "Looks like my trip had added benefits."
"So you are Taine's squad leader! He told us he was under you... how is he? Are we going to be able to join his team and work with him?" questioned Jaison eagerly.
"Taine is....." Kasyn looked deep into the eyes of Jaison and hesitated.
"What?" asked Jaison.
"Taine retired last year, he was my best team leader, and I am looking for a good replacement for him, in fact, my entire team has left and I am looking into recruiting new squad members."
"Well, I believe you can count us in, Kasyn, he trained us well, and we already have a good deal of experience in taking down the Drakt." Daren said as he looked back down the road towards the hidden mouth of the orifice."
"Yeah, we're sorry to hear that Taine left, but we'll do our best to be even better than he was."
"You'll have to do your very best, I accept you as new members of my new squad. We must now continue back to the camp, no more talking for now, we must save all of our energy to the trek ahead, it's long."
"Yes Sir!" Came the chorused responses from the two young men standing before Kasyn.
"Wait... Kasyn.... Daren, isn't that the name of Taine's squad leader?"
"I heard you say Taine's name back in the orifice, how do the two of you know Taine?" asked Kasyn.
"...sigh... he was the one that brought the two of us together and created the friendship we now hold so dearly." Came the reply from Daren, "He brought us together, taught us all we know, trained us both physically and mentally, and gave us the skills, abilities, and materials to both protect and return the fight to the Drakt. He was our teacher, our friend, and was our leader all those years ago when we destroyed the first orifice at camp Smoothbark."
"He left less than a week after that, leaving us his tools to help the next people and telling us that he would keep in touch, but nothing ever came of that, we never heard from him again." Said Jaison, shaking his head at the ground.
"So you two are the ones he talked about... interesting," pondered Kasyn, looking more intently at the two, "Looks like my trip had added benefits."
"So you are Taine's squad leader! He told us he was under you... how is he? Are we going to be able to join his team and work with him?" questioned Jaison eagerly.
"Taine is....." Kasyn looked deep into the eyes of Jaison and hesitated.
"What?" asked Jaison.
"Taine retired last year, he was my best team leader, and I am looking for a good replacement for him, in fact, my entire team has left and I am looking into recruiting new squad members."
"Well, I believe you can count us in, Kasyn, he trained us well, and we already have a good deal of experience in taking down the Drakt." Daren said as he looked back down the road towards the hidden mouth of the orifice."
"Yeah, we're sorry to hear that Taine left, but we'll do our best to be even better than he was."
"You'll have to do your very best, I accept you as new members of my new squad. We must now continue back to the camp, no more talking for now, we must save all of our energy to the trek ahead, it's long."
"Yes Sir!" Came the chorused responses from the two young men standing before Kasyn.
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