Something Old Something New Something Borrowed Something Blue

[Freeky]

The remains of people long dead and gone to skeleton lie strewn about a desert in the growing dark.  A little distance away, one sits away from the others.  A journal lies nearby.  Most of it is illegible, but the following section can be made out.

Poor Bunny.  He was no more than a child himself on the inside.  Poor Jake, who wasn't ready for any of this.  How could we have been, though.  None of us knew what the hell was going on.  Poor Tommy, what an awful way to go.

It shouldn't have been like this!  We were trying to fix things!  All we wanted was to stop the Pigs.  But we didn't know what was going on anymore, didn't know what to do.  We didn't know what we wanted to stop.  It was too big, I guess.  It's too late now, everything is over.

Fire's about to go out, I guess we'll be next.  Getting hard to breathe.  I don't even know why I keep this damn thing now the whole damn planet

There is a scribble, as of someone writing and then losing strength quickly.  This seems to be the last entry.  It's just as well, because it's now too dark to read.  A forlorn sound moans across the space; a wind is blowing.  And in the dark, pages turn, and turn, and turn. 

[Don Coyote]

 

WHAT IS GOING ON!!!!!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I don't know, but I like it.

[Freeky]

Sunlight passes over the forms of the dead, topping a ridge to the west and setting it aflame.


The journal near to the dead possible woman is opened to a new page, one near the beginning.

We found a hoverwhatsit today! Not one of those tiny ones, no, this one is like, I dunno, a cruiseship or something, with big anti-gravs on the bottom.  We plan on hijacking it and bringing most of the refugees with us.  We rescued them from the Pigs, but we have to move quickly.  They'll be on our trail in no time, and we can't afford to get caught.  We're still trying to figure out a plan, we'll probably have one soon.  

Hm.  I have a possible idea.  Maybe if we went straight through the Pigs' camp, we could cause enough confusion and get away.  Yeah! I think I'll go see if the others are up for it...

Yes!  We've got a couple back-up plans just in case something goes wrong, but we're pretty much figured out on tomorrow.  Gonna be one hell of a shindig.

End of entry.  The air is still and dead all day.  The possible writer of the journal screams at infinity, jaw hanging askew.  Night falls, and the wind picks up again, still moaning away.  The pages begin to turn, and turn, and turn.

[Thurnez Isa]

I WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

More please.

[Freeky]

The page open the next morning is a picture.



It seems the writer wasn't a very good drawer.  It appears to be a hybrid pig-man, with several captions: "Stupid Pig", "haha you have a tail", and "puke stick".

On the next page is the following:

They almost caught us today.  Why are they chasing us?  There's so much bullshit going on right now amongst the higher ups, I can't even keep up.  We have to do something.  Jack is talking about doing something about it all, but I don't think he knows what.  What CAN we do?  The only sure thing is that there is no more sure things.  We obviously can't trust the higher ups.  My gramma used to tell me bedtime stories about how it used to be.  I don't think she's telling the truth, though.  People wouldn't have just LET people take control of their lives if they had some control in the beginning.  I think she was just trying to put ideas in my head.

This page seems to be somewhat earlier than yesterday's page.

[Thurnez Isa]

It seems the writer wasn't a very good drawer.  It appears to be a hybrid pig-man, with several captions: "Stupid Pig", "haha you have a tail", and "puke stick".

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

You are a superb writer, J&BB! Keep it up.

[Freeky]

You can still call me Freeky, Nigel.

[Freeky]

As the sun rises and reflects of patches of air in a strange fashion, it can be seen that the page is still open to the drawing that looks like it was drawn with a rock and some dirt.  It is apparent the wind did not return the night before.  Nothing interesting there.

The bodies remain unchanged.  Dry, dusty skeletons sitting around a blackened pit.  A couple that look as if they might have been keeping watch, although not very far away, possibly as if they didn't expect trouble and were only doing it for the look of the thing.  Several skeletons are lying in a cluster, as if the had been holding each other before sleep - or something else - took them.  A couple bodies lie with their hands at their throats. 

Pull back.  There is no greenery, live or dead.  There is no movement from animals of any kind, despite the coolness of the day.  It is dry, barren earth as far as the eye can see.  Some patches of bedrock show through the colorless earth.  The campsite can just be seen under an overhanging rock protrusion; this is a canyon, though a wide one, and carved from wind.

Pull back.  In the distance, there seems to be a copse of trees, but looking closely, they are long dead.  Dust devils far out, as high as a mile, can be seen roaming their kingdom of deserted, desolate land.  No signs can be seen of birds, if there were eyes to watch, and no sounds of them, either, if there were ears to hear.

Off towards the horizon, clouds are massing.  As night falls, the storm marches over the land, thunder like cannonfire and lightning like explosive blasts, and rain like acid.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

thanks!

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

Freeky this is awesome!!!

[Freeky]

Last night had been turbulent and loud.  With the sun up and the storm gone, however, little has changed.  Maybe a few splotches in the ancient clothes on the bodies near the edge of the overhanging rock have been eaten away, but hardly anything different.  But there is a new page opened in the journal.

We nearly didn't make it out of the caves alive.  We lost a lot of the refugees.  There was a monster flood, I have no idea how it happened.  Bunny said something about the Pigs opening a dam.  How is there a dam under a mountain?

Anyway, we're out now.  It's too dark and scary under there, anyway.  We're in a forest, or some kind of swamp, or something that is halfway between them.

The hoverthingy was nearly capsized by the flood water.  The lights flickered in and out, it was so confusing.  I think it was a mistake to ever leave home.  I wish I knew what to do.  We need help, bad.

When's the last time I had some sleep?  Better get some now, while I have a chance.

I don't think I've ever been so scared.

The script on this page is very shaky and roams from the lines a lot.

The sun sets down behind the mountains, the air shimmering slightly with light before the sun leaves completely, and a wind picks up again.  Pages turn, and turn, and turn.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

This is fucking eerie.