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slouching toward inevitability

missing parts, incomplete

Short Story
I’m sitting on the roof of a gas station about a mile away from town. I can still smell blood wafting in from the light desert breeze. I’m not really sure if I’m smelling blood from what I witnessed or blood from what the dry air does to my sinuses. Not that it really matters, I could have literally breathed someone in, as close as I was to the center of town.

About seven days ago a strange thing started happening. People started to get really sick, like plague, bleed out their eyes sick. We had some doctors who actually whispered “ebola” and it started a serious panic. Luckily it wasn’t ebola, and no one actually died from it, but it seemed to sap something from the town. The only way to describe it was like the town itself contracted something.

Now before I get into any real details, I have to tell you about my town. We’re in the California’s Mojave Desert, close to Arizona, also close to where they mine sodium borate, better known as borax. Our town is old, like pre-gold rush, pre-Spain, pre-War of 1812, old. When the missionaries came and took this land, a group of natives had it, and they gladly let them take it. No one really knows why. The popular theory is that it’s cursed land, but I think the town founder, Father Ichabod Mitchell just knew their language and made an offer.

It wasn’t just the one person who founded Silent Springs. There were seven founders in all. After all the generations the seven families all inter-married, I’m guessing to keep the main estates “in the family” as they say. Though that is one of the odd things. most of the families are down to their last heirs. Hell, one of them even moved a couple states away, wanting nothing to do with the town after the death of his parents. He does still have the family estate, but I’m not sure what’s going on with that. I know of the guy, never actually met him.

In the middle of the town is the old mission, which is also where the main source of water comes from, and also part of where the town gets its name. Silent, because the mountains and the desert are quiet most times, and Springs, because of the natural spring that is directly in the middle of town.

So, now you know a bit more about my town. Now let me tell you it’s current state. In a word: Fucked. In two words: Royally Fucked. I have seen things the past couple days that make me question my sanity. My part in this started when I was talking to the local conspiracy theorist Randy.

Randy was kind of the loner type, kind of the crazy type. Hard to explain unless you met the guy, and that’s not going to happen, unless you have a oujia board handy. He thought the sickness was some big thing cooked up by the city council to stop tourist season. Seriously. He went on and on about it. Then he’d start saying that the heirs to the families were all missing. Which wasn’t accurate as far as I could tell. Like I said before, one of them was away, I think going to college, but the rest were still in town. He’d say, “No man, when was the last time you’ve actually SEEN them?” Which, when I really thought about it, I couldn’t remember. I could have sworn I saw them last week at one of the town hall meetings. I go on occasion, I sometimes write articles about them for the local newspaper if anything interesting comes up. Randy would just go on and on, about signs and portents, that something was starting. That all you had to do was open your eyes. I really wish I didn’t listen to him.

I’m a detective at heart. I couldn’t leave it alone. I start calling around and couldn’t find any of the heirs. They were all, “out on business”. Which was bullshit, because they hadn’t been to any of their local businesses since everyone started getting sick. I tried getting into one of the estate, but guards stopped me. This was when I decided to go town hall and start asking questions. Randy decided to tag a long. Which was a mistake on my part. He got us thrown out when he start accusing the lady at the front desk of being some kind of demon. Maybe a witch, I don’t really know, it’s hard to keep up with him at times.

As we were walking out he said he had noticed that they were understaffed and wondered if everyone there was sick or not. I was actually surprised he noticed, sometimes I think the crazy thing is just an act. He also told me the walls were bleeding, so... crazy, not crazy. I think a little of both. He also said something about a symbol he saw when was being escorted out. In a mirror he saw a seven sided star written in blood on an oval mirror in the corner of the room. I didn’t even notice a mirror, though I didn’t notice the blood on the walls, or that the receptionist was a demon-witch either. I did remember seeing a symbol like that somewhere before though.

I decide to hit the internet and look up the symbol, too bad the internet wasn’t working. The phones were down, TV, cell reception. We were cut off from the outside world. Now I was starting to think something was actually going on. Randy just starting mumbling something about “par for the course” or something. He was furiously writing in an old tattered journal. He noticed I was watching him, which gave him pause. He looked me dead in the eyes and said, “I think I’m sick, with whatever is going around. I know where we have to go, but you have to promise me that this journal gets to my friend Jonathan, Jonathan Landrum, in Colorado.” He slipped the journal, along with some kind of jewelry into a large padded envelope. “There should be enough postage on this thing to send it to Mars, so it should reach him quick. It’s time to go.” At this he threw me a gun and asked if I knew how to use it. I had been taught basic gun safety, but I’d never actually fired a hand gun before. “It’s easy, safety off, point and click, just like a video game.” And with that, we were off.

City Stories...
Something is wrong in small town America.

Silent Springs, CA
In the town of Silent Springs people are going missing which causes a former resident to come back to investigate whats going on. What he finds will test his sanity.

Hallowed Hill, ME
A normal New England township is hiding a horrible secret that leads a group of paranormal investigators on a path that may lead to the end of all things.

New Haven, WA
Not all Native Americans Tribes were nature loving or lived in balance with the land. Thousands of years before the founding of the United States a tribe lost to the ages released a darkness into the land. It took many generations to beat back the evil. The darkness was trapped in a sigil etched onto a piece of sky metal.

Sorrows End, MN
In the Superior National Forest there is the ruins of a small town called Sorrows End. A half a dozen buildings remain after years of neglect. A hiker/explorer comes across the ruins and begins to research the old town. He finds old records in a library in Ely. He discovers that it was believed to be a cursed town and most of the town burned down in 1901 when a traveling preacher said the town needed to be exorcised and that there was a great evil. He started it at a small clinic on the eastern side of town. Most of the town burn down, except for the town center which included an old school house, church, and several other buildings

Greysill, CO
Emily and David are exploring San Juan Mountain and stumble upon the remains of an old mining town. Unfortunately they also stumble on a doomsday cult that has been driven mad by the whisperings of something within the mine.


Originally the stories were going to be in a universe I was creating for all of my stories.
They range from horror to fantasy to science fiction, but I want to go a darker route with my five dark house/town stories. While the Dystopian Reality universe works fairly well for the towns, I want to be able to not have to artificially limit myself and use the rules I've setup. I even have a pen and paper and video game ruleset for DR. Though none of it is set in stone I still think I need to segregate the five towns from the larger DR, or just change my ruleset to include the crazy shit going down.

DR: Hallowed Hill - The House - PPI meeting.
Paranormal investigation crew discussing technology to use in their next case.

Jason - Team lead. Skeptic. Charismatic.
David - Researcher. True Believer. Shy, but excitable.
Samantha "Sam" - Technician. Believer. Military background. Has many secrets.

Mainly dialog in this to be integrated further into the story.

We find our heroes in their tiny conference room, Sam has called a meeting to discuss some new equipment she'd like to use in the next case.

Sam: "Okay, I called everyone here today to discuss some of the new equipment I've been developing. Mainly a set of goggles which should work in conjunction with the PKE grid."
Jason: "I'm not sure if we should be trying out new equipment at this time. The successful test of the grid was able to prove that ghosts exist. I mean, it's good enough for me, seriously. That was a very disturbing event."
David: "Yeah, it was, just. I don't even have words. Too bad it didn't tape very well."
S: "That's part of the reason I'd like to test some of the newest tech I've been working on."
J: "Go ahead and describe it. I don't really feel all that comfortable with using the grid again. At least until we test it some more before we go to Maine. I really don't want to just use it without proper testing."
S: "Before we make any decisions on the tech, let me tell you exactly how it works."
Sam picks up a large equipment briefcase and sets it down on the table. Looking at the way she had to put muscle behind the action it must way somewhere in the neighborhood of 75 pounds. She opens the case and pulls out a set of what looks like modified night vision goggles and a couple different lens that look like they'd fit on some of their video equipment.
S: "With this equipment we'd be able to see the apparitions more clearly. More importantly, we'd be able to capture them on video. Of course this is predicated on actual functionality. The good part is that if we decide to go ahead and use this method I can reduce the weight of the equipment significantly."
D: "How does it all work? I mean, I kind of understand how the grid works, I don't quite get the liquid part of it though."
S: "The liquid that is used is an electrolytic solution that has been infused with psychokinetic energy. When in contact with a ghost, the ghost can use it to manifest. When we use it with our equipment it forces the entity to appear."
J: "Will this get rid of our liability with having to use something that can cause water damage to a client, because that's a pretty serious issue. Our insurance costs are too high as it is."
S: "Possibly. It's one of the main reasons I'm working this angle of the tech. The filters I've made are actually a solidified version of the PKE solution. I've used a material called "aerogel" to create the filters. Unfortunately it's very expensive currently. Like I said if we decide to use this I can get bulk discounts. The goggles on the other hand, have been modified and use a sealed liquid chamber in the lens. I was able to rewire the way it works. It might work completely without the grid. We just need to test this and then I can make it lighter. It's pretty cumbersome right now."
J: "I like it. If it helps us get away from having to use the grid, which is an awesome piece of equipment, don't get me wrong, then I'm all for it. David, what do you think?"
D: "I say we take it back to the warehouse where we tested it. No time like the present. If it works, it works. It will be a huge leap in terms of ghost hunting technology. Eventually we may even allow the world to see that ghosts and other things like that are real."
J: "Don't get too far ahead of yourself there, David. To get the scientific community on board we'd have to tell them how the grid works, and from what I understand it breaks the laws of physics, correct?"
S: "Not completely. It's just that it uses a kind of energy that most scientists would say doesn't exist. The very way I have to manufacture it makes it unbelievable. It doesn't matter where I learned how to make it either. The government would deny that it taught me, and I'd probably be locked up, or worse."
At that thought Sam shuddered.
J: "I say we go ahead and test it tomorrow. We'll go ahead and setup the grid and do the full battery of tests and see what happens. Everyone agree?"
D and S in unison: "Yeah."
J: "Alright, good. We've all got some last minute stuff to do before the trip in a couple days. The equipment we're testing should be the only stuff not packed. Got it?"
S: "Yep, I've got most of it already done, now I just need to pack myself."
J: "How about you? David are you all set?"
D: "I'm as ready as I'm going to be, I really don't like flying. Why can't we take a train?"
J: "Because it would take way too long. Mr. Brown is paying a lot of money for us to investigate his house. Hell, it's going to be our decision on if the house is demolished or not. We have seven days to do the investigation. We can do it nice and slow and make sure nothing is up. That reminds me, David, do me a favor and print out the house history so we can review it on the flight. Also look up news reports the corroborate the information he gave us. Must have due diligence for all of our cases. We'd hate for the blogosphere to explode with talk about how we're complete frauds."
D: "Seriously, Jay. I don't give two shits what a bunch of pasty faced geeks think about us. Or our show."
J: "Hey now, they pay for a good portion of our business. Just be glad that I was able to talk the network out of sending along a babysitter. Remember what happened in New Orleans? They swore they weren't going to let that happen again. I was able to talk them out of it because this is not a well known haunting."
D: "Well, whatever. We all have stuff to do, so lets go do it."
David, very annoyed, storms out of the conference room.
S: "He's getting moodier. What's up with him?"
J: "I'm not sure, when he's calmed down I'll try to talk with him. We can't do the show without him."
S: "I know we can't. Most of the fans like him best, when they're not staring at my ass that is."
J: "Like I said, I'll talk with him later. I think the grid actually working just got to him really bad. I'm still pretty freaked out. That was either some cold hard proof, or somehow you made the beginnings of real life holodeck."
S: "It's real, as real as a ghost can be, I guess."
J: "Enough of this chit-chat, I've got a dozen different things to do, and you have to get tomorrows gambit of tests ready."
S: "Yeah. See you guys tomorrow at 0600?"
J: "That's 6am, right?"
S: "Uh-huh."
J: "Ugh, yeah, be there with bells on."
S: "Ha! I look forward to that."
Jason and Samantha both leave the conference room.

Now to see how I work all of that into a first person perspective from Jason. Unless I swap perspectives... or use first person and third person. I'm not really sure, but at least I have another scene down, if I decide to use it.

this is your life...
Place an X by all the things you've done and remove the X from the ones you have not.
Answer the questions and post it.

This is for your entire life!

( ) Gone on a blind date
(X) Skipped school
(X) Watched someone die
( ) Been to Canada
( ) Been to Mexico
( ) Been to Florida
(X) Been on a plane
(X) Been lost
( ) Been on the opposite side of the country
( ) Gone to Washington , DC
(X) Swam in the ocean
(X) Cried yourself to sleep
( ) Played cops and robbers
( ) Recently colored with crayons
( ) Sang Karaoke
(X) Paid for a meal with coins only?
(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?
(X) Made prank phone calls
( ) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
( ) Caught a snowflake on your tongue
(X) Danced in the rain
( ) Written a letter to Santa Claus
(X) Been kissed under the mistletoe
(X) Watched the sunrise with someone you care about
(X) Blown bubbles
( ) Gone ice-skating
( ) Been skinny dipping outdoors
( ) Gone to the movies alone

1. Any nickname? Exo, Exodus, ExodusMachine
2. Mother's name? Deena
3. Favorite drink? Cola, Cherry Cola, Vanilla Cola
4. Tattoo? nope
5. Body Piercings? nope
6. How much do you love your job? on a scale of 1-10, somewhere around 2
7. Birthplace? Modesto, CA, USA
8. Favorite vacation spot? Haven't found one yet.
9. Ever been to Africa? nope
10. Ever eaten cookies for dinner? nope
11. Ever been on TV? not that I can remember
12. Ever steal any traffic sign? nope
13. Ever been in a car accident? yeah
14. Drive a 2-door or 4-door vehicle? 4-door
15. Favorite salad dressing? Balsamic Vinegar
16. Favorite pie? Pecan
17. Favorite number? 3, 9, 23
18. Favorite movie? Donnie Darko
19. Favorite holiday? Thanksgiving
20. Favorite dessert? Anything that isn't too sweet.
21. Favorite food? Italian
22. Favorite brand of body wash?
23. Favorite toothpaste? Whatever happens to be on sale :P
24. Favorite smell? Vanilla
25. Favorite place to relax? anywhere quiet and cool, and free of smoke
26. Ever done anything extreme!? um, decided to move to colorado without really planning it.
27. How do you see yourself in 10 years? no idea
28. Furthest place you will send this message? um.... teh intarwebs
29. Who will respond to this the fastest? someone probably.

for those that love pulp fiction...
you'll love this.

(no subject)
holy shit, I finally hit 70 on my undead warlock.

that's all.

Hurt - Ten Ton Brick
A ten ton brick was making me sick
Breakin’ my bones with the weight of it
The weight would grow with each new soul
Buried fine lies make big, black holes

And who am I supposed to be?
Not like you’d give a fuck about me?
But who am I supposedly?
When I’m finally done?
But I’m finally done with the decisions of my former thoughts
And all that I may have loved
Yeah, I’m finally done with the descriptional
And I don’t mind sayin’ I’m to blame!

When atlas slipped I lost my grip
Yet, I didn’t think it could turn into this
But I was told by two sweet crows
Nobody feels what nobody knows

And who am I supposed to be?
Everything good was taken from me
And who am I supposedly?
I was overcome…
But I’m finally done with the divisions of my former thoughts
Although I may have lost
I’m finally done with the dissention now I don’t mind sayin’
I don’t mind sayin I’m to blame!

Oh, this ten ton brick would treat me like shit
This little piggy licked others lips
And so defined, who was I
But it won’t encumber me.

‘Cause i’m finally done with the positions of my former thoughts
And all that it may have cost
But I’m finally done with my decisions
Love and now I don’t mind sayin’
Don’t mind sayin’ you’re to blame…

When you moved you moved me
When you move you move me
Nothing comes from nothing .. must mean something in the end
To purify the means,
I mean to break you,
Need to hate you,
Need to take this back,
But taking is just forgiving if you’re at the other end
I won’t pretend to know your feelings
I could never break the chain
I command you to move

(no subject)
I am so tired of people.

Stupid people who judge.

Stupid, easily manipulated people.

Weak people.

People who treat their spouses like shit and think they're in the right.

People who treat other people like they're pawns on a chess board.

People who think if they're told nice things, that they're not just pawns.

People who deserve what they'll get.


They will forever be alone, and hollow.

I hate these kinds of people.

They remind me why I don't like people in general.

Stupid, weak minded, short sighted, idiots who will never get anywhere in life.

I am not one to forgive. I remember everything.
In life, there is always payment.
Whether this is equivalent exchange, three fold law, or just good old karma.
Everyone, eventually gets what they deserve.
May those that are false get what they deserve.

(no subject)
Chewy and The Chewed Upon

(no subject)
And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship."

Your friend is your needs answered.

He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.

And he is your board and your fireside.

For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."

And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;

For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;

For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend.

If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.

For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?

Seek him always with hours to live.

For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.

For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.