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Querulous: The Juddering: The Fractal Zion Incident
« on: November 18, 2008, 10:31:28 pm »
The Fractal Zion Incident, OR How One Man Singlehandedly Saved the Brindus System

by Eno Reyalp

When Ked Ambrit was sent with a militia force of mercenaries to clear the shipping lanes of viral alien life forms in the Fractal Zion and (by extension) Brindus systems, the initial insertion team was too small. Indeed the entire force was wiped out, except for one man. Ked Ambrit himself. He was the only one to survive, out of a hastily-organized Space Marine Mercenary Militia force chiefly made up of locally available veterans, transfers from the segment garrisons, and impressed "recruits" or conscripted "volunteers" from among the settlement population. In other words, has-beens, never-weres, and do-what-nows. The force thus assembled amounted to a mere regiment, numbering only a few thousand men, of which only a handful had seen any actual combat against any alien lifeforms; and most of these had only seen action in humanity's original solar system, eradicating such menaces as the face-hugging lamprey-tongued spider-bats of the Titanian caves, and the mind-numbing ghost vampire manatees of the Tritonian Untersee.

Because of this, many of the members of the Fractal Zion Expeditionary Forces were equipped with the most rudimentary weapons: shotguns and blasters issued for police actions against human populations in the Settlement Zone, the venerable painsaw from the Interglobal Fighting Conference's SpaceArena series of tightcasts, rifles and lasguns of the Regular Corporate Settlement Reserves, flamethrowers from the Spider-Bat Eradication Wars. Very few of them had ever even seen, let alone used, powerful squad assault weapons like the chaingun or the pulse rifle, modified tools like the mass driver, or strange, controversial and quasi-magickal devices like the Lucifer Cannon, said to steal the souls of its victims to power its inexplicable metaphysical functionings, rumored to possibly harness apergic or levitric forces.

They were entirely wiped out, except for Ked. Humanity had never before encountered an alien race so fearsome, so vicious, so unrelentingly vindictive. Indeed, the beasts seemed to survive for no other purpose, except for the complete annihilation of the settlement population, and ultimately, the entirety of the human infestation of the starways, with its associated rape, pillage and plunder of the beauties created by the Infinite One.

When Haos Redro Corp. got back the barely-surviving remains of Ked Ambrit, whose physical form had almost been destroyed and whose mind contained memories no man should ever have to remember, they found the perfect subject for their newly-legal Human Settlement Protection Forces, (to be made up entirely of clones, since the settlers and shareholders had lost their stomach for further sacrifice after the Fractal Zion Massacre, in which the entire settlement population as well as their escort, the FZEF, was completely obliterated - except, of course, for Ked Ambrit).

Unfortunately, since the clones have yet to achieve full autonomous action, volunteers from among ranks of the telepathically-enabled empaths of the New Zion Project have been conscripted, and can remotely control the actions of the clones. While at first rather clumsy, such telepaths can eventually become quite skilled at controlling the clone warriors. Exactly how the telepathic communication is able to be achieved over such great distances almost instantaneously is still the subject of heated debate. (citation needed) Any clone killed in action is replaced by another spawned from a device known as a telenode, sort of a 3D printer which uses locally available matter to produce complex artifacts at remote locations according to a detailed set of pre-programmed instructions. Each clone is assigned to a particular controlling empath.

The current whereabouts of the original Ked Ambrit remains a matter of great speculation, especially among the more conspiracy-minded individuals familiar with the details of the case.

-from Brindipedia

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Re: Querulous: The Juddering: The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #1 on: November 18, 2008, 10:46:41 pm »
i like some of the parts very much, like talking about the luci as a magical stuff. it's near warhammer and thats awesome.

so a big plus one, altough i think of trem world differently.
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Re: Querulous: The Juddering: The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #2 on: November 18, 2008, 10:50:32 pm »
The Brindipedia is an unreliable conglomeration of half-truths, near-lies, and outright falsifications.

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Re: Querulous: The Juddering: The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #3 on: November 18, 2008, 10:55:09 pm »
plz doN't use the name zion next time, it's so chewed by matrix :-P
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Re: Querulous: The Juddering - The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #4 on: November 18, 2008, 11:00:05 pm »
Querulous: The Juddering - The Fractal Zion Incident is a continuation of open-source ideas to be found at the webpage Tremulous: About.

See "The Visit".

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Individual posts will be self-contained articles from the Brindipedia, essays from Eno Reyalp's A Brief History of the Fractal Zion Colony, and excerpts from The Shuddering Soul by Brindusian poet-laureate Anti-Corporatus. Contributions of an amicable nature to the project's intent gladly encouraged.


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Re: Querulous: The Juddering - The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #5 on: November 18, 2008, 11:24:43 pm »
from The Shuddering Soul, by Brindusian poet-laureate Anti-Corporatus

... so stood brave Ked, querulous
his very soul within him shuddering
before the big mofos, tremulous
his bones within him juddering...



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Re: Querulous: The Juddering - The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #6 on: November 19, 2008, 12:10:39 am »
-from A Brief History of the Fractal Zion Colony, by Eno Reyalp

The two systems, Fractal Zion and Brindus, both located along the Redrosian Vector: that is, that segment of the Settlement Zone dominated by Haos Redro and its ancillary corporate entities, licensees, trustees and stakeholders. As members of the Redrosian Street Team (Keepin' it Real on a Planet Near You!), young urban homeless from the 93 Worlds of the Home System are "re-directed" into the ranks of the Space Marine Expeditionary Forces, the Settlement Zone Voluntary Contract Group, and the New Zion Project's Empathic Kabbalistic Sufic Telephiliac Esoteric Council of Youth. All of these programs make up the bulk of the Haos Redro Group Community Development Project.

Located in a relatively underpopulated and unpopular segment of the Far Southern Settlement Zone, both Brindus and Fractal Zion were not only ripe for development, they would make a relatively unobtrusive location for Haos Redro's latest efforts in weapons manufacture: an attempt to mate the coil-and-rail acceleration method of the Third Generation Mass Driver with the new advances in plasma science being made by Dr. Zybork and his team of theoretical crackpots at the Realistic Weapons for Futuristic Scenarios Institute, located at the the Academy of the Plutonites' College of the Historiography of Technobureacratic Economic Studies.

While Brindus held the bulk of the settled population, many Brindusian and First Star kith-clans had kin-cousins among the Clades of the Fractal Zion Neomancy. Thus, when the Massacre of the First Colony shocked the populace with the real impact of the aliens designs on mankind, a great hue and cry went forth for a hero, a champion, a demigod, a one-in-a-million war-machine living in the body of a man, to fight, hunt, and destroy the alien menace. Somehow, amazingly, this man turned out to be a no-good, double-dealing two-bit hustler from Outer Nowhere known only as Ked Ambrit. Little reliable information about the man is known, and most of that is conflicting, unbelievable, or, if true, downright amazing.



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Re: Querulous: The Juddering - The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #7 on: November 19, 2008, 12:28:17 am »
from the hand-written notes (imagine!) found in the author's own manuscript (can you believe it?) copy of the book (a real hard-copy one, for personal use, if you can excuse the extravagance) The Marginalia and Juvenilia of Anti-Corporatus, Poet-Laureate of the Brindusian People, Vox Populi, and his Sayings, Doings, and other Petty Trivia, as Related by his Biographer, Viscount of Marketing Strategy, Lord Brightness of Purpose, the World Known to the Vulgar as Brindus IIAb:

Ked faced the red electric beast, timorous
his bowels within him quivering
yet still feared evisceration, shivery
his knees together, shaking

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Re: Querulous: The Juddering: The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #8 on: November 19, 2008, 12:47:37 am »
from The Annotated Shuddering Soul, by Elector of the Corporate Chair Lord Brightness, late of Purpose, lately of Aflame, the World formerly known as Fractal Zion BIIIb:

his liver aquiver,
so shivery, quivery, twittery, tremulant, timidly, quakingly, shakingly,
there's no mistaking he
was ever so frightfully fearfully
horrified, terrified, vilified, mortified
scurrilously seriously
scared quite of his wits
and he
almost right there went to shit but he
gathered his courage so fleetingly
ran his ass off and left them behind
he was crying
"save yourself"
and knocking down folks as he
ran for the airlock at top speed
and his last words were heard to be
"teamwork, campers!"
as he filled up his Pampers
and dove into space and to history
tripping the self-destruct, it's no mystery

from a footnote on page 57 made by the author's personal drone assistant: The Ballad of CoKA
 

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Re: Querulous: The Juddering: The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #9 on: November 19, 2008, 01:22:19 am »
-from Lines Written in the Realization that People Like to be Scared Shitless

by Anti-Corporatus, Vox Populi Brindaeus

A dungeon which had never seen a dawning
so dank, dark, deep, decrepit, deathly, depressing, dearthly, and so prepossessing
so covered with ichor, filth, vomit, blood, bile, and marrow as to chill the quiver
running along the fine hairs
of the smooth skin
running along the spine
and down the back
towards the tailbone
of a gasping woman
breathing her last as she
scents the foul, unnameable, ancient, uncanny, arcane beast-god of the Lower Crypts of the Elder Hells
a curse oft-spoken, only in the death-rattle of careless thaumaturges of the Unholy Necromancy of Far Vector Nine
unpronounceable except in the Tongue of the Tliktlok Watchers and the uncouth speech of the Wise Witch Mer-Centaurs of Central Cisxenomorphalia

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Re: The Saga of the Clones of Ked
« Reply #10 on: November 19, 2008, 01:42:34 am »
-from ABHotFZC, by 3|\|0 |?3`/41|*

... the two main worlds of the two systems, Purpose (formally known as Brindus IIAb) and Aflame (Fractal Zion BIIIb), being as different from one another as possible among frontier outposts in the outer reaches of Beyond Nowhere: Purpose being the Regional Headquarters for Marketing Initiatives, while Aflame was a Local Resource Extraction Facility of the poorest type. Both orbit multi-star systems, yet each is completely different. While Purpose is a fairly mild, practically-habitable world, Aflame is a harsh, unrelenting, alien and unforgiving mistress of punishment whose embrace can only mean slow torture and ultimately, an unsung fate in an early grave. Having lived on both, the present writer shows a preference for neither.



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Re: Querulous: The Juddering - The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #11 on: November 19, 2008, 02:01:14 am »
from TSS, by A-C

Ked stood still, stunned
shocked, outgunned
and whispered the name of the thing that would eat his entrails and play with his corpse's cold shell
ravisher, ravager, eviscerator, instigator, eater of souls, maker of widows and orphans - demon-beast of the Ninth Ring of the Heavenly Hells
skull-fucker, brain-muncher
the thing that should have just been left alone

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Re: Querulous: The Juddering: The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #12 on: November 19, 2008, 02:24:22 am »
Green stains of blood splattered
Pausing to wipe spilt organs from my faceplate
I charged forward again
One jumped from the side
Before I could react
It bit into my side
Twisting in pain
I brought my saw onto it
And its brown carcass fell to the floor
Rounding the corner
There it was
The great blue thing
Seemingly radiating ill and vile
Acid showered from the ceiling
Burned my leg, my arms, my chest
I was filled with anger
The heat of the pain was matched only by the heat of my fury
Together these emotions drove out all else
Till I was left with nothing but anger
Anger and Destruction
I sprinted through
Ignoring the weak feeling of pain
The pain from countless burns and bites
A tower of black filth blocked me from my destination
They called it a barricade
And to me it was
This towering stretch of alien filth
Sparks flew
My saw rushed into its heart
Riping out chunks
Spewing pieces aside
And it was gone
Nothing to stop me
Nothing to hold me back
From the purity that was to be mine
From the holy bond shared between me and the emperor
His holy spirit was the only way
For a swineherd myself
To break free of the angst of life
And so I was to die in his will
And bring his fury upon these savages who did threaten his rule
And so I charged once more
To finish this blue devil in front of me
But than I had not noticed
Three small pink ones on the ceiling
So consumed was I
That they had escaped my notice
They leaped onto my body
Doubled over from this newfound weight I screamed
A deathly shreak that echoed in the hallways
I broke ones face with my elbow
The other two went to work
I tried to break free
To continue ahead
But one had grabbed my legs
Was holding me pinned
With its demon like abilities
And the other!
Slashing my face
Were it not for the mask
I would have dropped there
But I could not
WOULD NOT
could not stop
I fell back on the one on my legs
Felt its bones crunch under my legs
Felt my ankle shatter under the weight
And I fell on my back
The last one pounced my chest
And slashed
Blood spewed from my heart into the air
My vision dimmed
Blackness approached me from all directions
I shrieked again
This was not how I was to end
Hero from a hundred battles
Slayer of monsters
Ravisher of demonic colonies
Not to die here on some backwater scum planet
I had never imagined it to end this way
And than he appeared
An image above all
He spoke to me
In no words but getting through nonetheless
In his name I would not stop
I would not die here to some pitiful species
With my mangled hand
I grasped the beasts neck with my remaining three fingers
And squeezed
It gasped
Cried
And fought
But I would not relent
Not here in my last moments
In the name of the emperor
I would not give up
It died with a last gasping breath
I got up
Stood on shattered bones
And limped the last paces
To the beastly blue overmind
Fell on my knees before it
It slashed me with its graspers
Even as I felt new welts sting my face
I smiled
Smiled
And dropped the grenade from my belt
Stabbed the beast with my Saw
Felt rather than saw
The grenade explode
And the beast fall inwards and die
And everything went white.


-- Death Diary of Captain Marcus V. Rundoubter, I class, strike leader.
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Re: Querulous: The Juddering - The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #13 on: November 19, 2008, 03:07:31 am »
-from The Song of the Demon Terror, by Joss Haldoon, Pioneer Third Class, Sapper Company "A", FZEF

fear
shivery, quivery, quavering
aim
skittery, jittery, wavering
beast
skittishly, twittishly slavering
fright
cleverly, fiendishly savoring

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Re: Querulous: The Juddering: The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #14 on: November 19, 2008, 05:18:03 am »
Excerpt from "Zion and surrounding areas; A colonial history of the settlement of the Southern Ring."

While staying on Multa, a small planet you should be familiar with by now, I had the pleasure of meeting a most interesting man. I had come back to this planet to investigate a factory belonging to Tischonta Manufacturing corporations(tm), a division of the famed weapons manufacturer Tumbo Enterprise(tm). I had checked into my hotel late at night after going through the standard laser cell and dna conformation log in, and was about to retire to my room when I heard a small snuffling noise. Normally I am not one to inquire upon business that is not my own, a lesson most learn the hard way when traveling such as I have; but this time I could not resist. There was a small man there who asked me if I would like to see something he had. Dubiously I told him I did and he ushered me over to a small corner. He handed me a small box made of some strange material which upon further investigation appeared to be wood. Closing the Sry Screens, he whispered that this box held very interesting material and scurried off. My curiosity now peaked, I opened the box and stared inside. There were many papers in there; picking up the first one I scanned the page titled "The Development of the Lucifer Cannon", and quickly skimming the first paragraph I was astonished to read the words, "... information of design of portable static energy fields learned from aliens in the south rim..."

... TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED.
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Re: Querulous: The Juddering - The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #15 on: November 19, 2008, 05:39:27 am »
-from TSotDT, by J. Hulldown, Grenadier-Lancer, Rearguard Troop "F", SMMM

fangs
shimmery, glimmery, glittering
moves
craftily, stealthily slithering
maw
seedily, greedily slobbering
death
among the cold stars
of the Southern Ring

excerpted from the revised author's galleys of the first printing of the second edition

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The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #16 on: November 19, 2008, 06:02:15 am »
Refrain of the Puppeteer, by E. Ponymouse* aka 3k573(y

At the end of cords of thought
the marionette dances
Twisting through skeins of Fate
the marionette dances
Faster-than-light flies the whim
and my puppets they dance
My will is my demon dancer's command
and shrill pipers of doom keen the tune

Online the clones are respawned
the marionette dances
Printers of the Z-axis
forge madmen of clay
Alone I sit in total darkness
and my puppets they dance
My whim is my meat-puppets will
and the death devils dance

The flickering light of my HUDs
drives my optic nerve
Marionettes dance amid fletchettes
as razor shards explode
The meat puppets dance
deathless clones of the Lance
A million men dead
and all million are Ked

Iterated endlessly
Reiterated continually
Dancing amidst the beasts that rend
Manifestly, without end

*alternatively attributed to Ekstecy Seven Cloud in the Black Book of Brindaea, published by the CoKA Institute for Heroic Tragedy, 4057 ICE

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The Book of the Star of the Morning
« Reply #17 on: November 19, 2008, 06:17:40 am »
-from The Book of Lux, chap. 3, verses 7ff., received through Joss the Unclean, prophet-oracle of The Pillar of Potash on Haldane's Moon

moons
slivery, silvery, silently
watch
shattered humanity violently
torn
suddenly, shudderingly, stunningly
gone
like mist on a morning so sunnily
bright
hopefully, blindingly, frighteningly
new
a light that can slay them so
wonderfully
light
bringer of light
o, new morningstar
lux
a song in the mouths of the
sons
of the suns

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Re: Querulous: The Juddering: The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #18 on: November 19, 2008, 06:37:56 am »
Just for a (bit) of comic relief:

Online Diary -- Marionatta Gershbeiin, 4031.

I can never forget that day. Even thought it is now almost 1 galactic year past, the memory still haunts my mind. I was on a break from scholarship, so a buddy and I decided to hop on a tram and make our way to the games palace for some fun. Everything started out as normal, we headed upstairs to the holo-games and made our way through quite a few. After about an hour and a half I moved on to my favorite game of them all; the Navis-fire-alto. The palace had just received this game 4 months ago, as entertainment usually took a while to make it out to this side of the rim. It was a most intensive sim, requiring mastery of navigation through clustered star fields, tactics to out-maneuver your enemy, and some plain old fashioned star weapons mastery. I had jut finished level 9 and was making my way to the tenth level when I heard the noise.

CCCRAAACKKKK - TSCHHHH - CRAKK

And the entire building started to rumble

EARTHQUAKE! That was the cry that seemed to be coming from everyones mouth. GET OUT! GET DOWN NOW!

Earthquakes were quite common on this world, but never before had I experienced one so massive as this.

"Don! Don, where are you?" I screamed, running everywhere looking for him.

I heard his voice crying from back where I had come from near the sim console I had just been playing. I spotted him pinned down by a heavy piece of plaster, and crying for help. I ran to help him, and at that moment the moment that will haunt my dreams happened: The floor collapsed.

I screamed and rushed forward, but to no avail, he was already long gone, many stories down.

As I turned I noticed the sim-console, sitting there almost untouched, uncovered in dust, as if nothing had happened. And then I noticed; the high scores came flashing up as they usually did on a regular interval, but instead of the ones which had just showed up a few minutes ago, including my name at #9, they were all replaced with but one name for every position.

They all read:

Player1
Player1
Player1
Player1
Player1
Player1
Player1
Player1
Player1
Player1.

-- encrypted from MGershbeiin@blogs101.use@netnews/blogs-access.


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The Fractal Zion Incident, or Timorous: The Quavering
« Reply #19 on: November 19, 2008, 06:55:41 am »
-from A Brindip's Guide to Brindipedia*, vol. 37, Teratological Considerations

As the nomenclature of worlds beyond the Sphereshell of First Star became less standardized in the Late Intersystem Zaibatsu Era, even worlds along the Redrosian Vector were given somewhat confusing designations.

Brindus IIAb (also known as Purpose, or alternatively, Promise) is a Titan-class moon, orbiting a hot Jupiter-type planet which in turn orbits a K class orange star only slightly older and larger than First Star.

Fractal Zion BIIIb (aka Aflame, previously known as Haldane's Moon) is a Triton-class moon orbiting a sub-brown dwarf object in a cometary orbit in the outer Oortsphere of an M class red dwarf star within a dayjump of the six-star Brindus Cluster.

Monstrous aberration among children born at such great distances from First Star created many mutations which would later prove quite useful to the colonists in the coming Time of Tribulation and Tragedy: such as the ability to live in extremes of climate, weather, temperature, pressure, gravity, acceleration, and et cetera. As always, all such possibly beneficial pathologies were intensely studied by the Interglobal Group for Beneficial Speciation of the Council of the Plutinos, College of Xenohuman Medicine.

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Re: Timidly: The Timoring: The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #20 on: November 19, 2008, 07:11:10 am »
-from The Weirding of the Mooseberry Moon, a tribute to the poet-laureate of the Lost Regiment of Haldane's World

priestesses drank
sweet mooseberry mead
under the stars
of the Walking-Man's Brindip

clustered the suns
of a clusterfuck cluster
with all the strange orbits
such clusters can muster

on old Hulldoon's Moon
by the light of the gasjets
and the rusty orange glow
of sweet, far-off Brindip

Pillar of Potash
oh - Seer of Sages
mad old Hulldown
is in one of his rages

ranting of tyrants
and mooning about dragoons
marauder of bad dreams
daydreams in the forenoon

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The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #21 on: November 19, 2008, 07:29:44 am »
-from the song Tentacle Hentai - by Ekstecy Seven Cloud

You know I'll plasma you
and you'll chomp me too
And then I'll saw off your head
 - you'll make me see red
I'll pulse your life
and you'll show me strife
So I'll kill again
Then it's your turn when

Yeah - eviscerate me, baby
Come eat me up
and I'll fill your cup
Oh yeah - eviscerate me baby
Ravaged you and ravished me

(spoon orchestra funk-goth-core break)

repeat chorus

(analog patchbox VCA-synth improv jam)

repeat chorus

slight return

double-time chorus with tapespeed pitchshift fadeout

from the album The Eviscerators - LIVE! at the Redro Jumpport Coliseum in Brindaeopolis Novis (Redro Records Interglobal, 4043 ICE)

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Re: Querulous: The Juddering: The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #22 on: November 19, 2008, 08:27:03 am »
K-K-K-K-KOMBO BRAEKER!

otherwise i can't help but i always imagine theese poems as Misfits lyrics :-)

success is the ability to go from failure to failure without losing your enthusiasm

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The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #23 on: November 19, 2008, 08:39:00 am »
sweet

draw us a pitcher, oh drawer of pix
how about a little vignette of certain doom?

the Clones of Ked say: Comply!

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Re: Querulous: The Juddering: The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #24 on: November 19, 2008, 08:17:28 pm »
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Data analysis is complete, the results are indisputable. There is indeed some kind of effect from the firing of the mass driver Mk4. We had originally blown this off as "hippy" nonsense, but it appears they may be correct, only far more dramatically than they had thought. Not much should or will be revealed in such an un-secure format, but it is my duty to give you the basics. It appears the Mass Driver's use of unlimited energy is taking a toll on the life cycle of the planet previously unseen. We're not sure where this damage takes place, but evidence points towards the infinitesimally small period of time of energy cooldown after the Natx Shift and before the rails accelerate for firing. We're still not even sure how the Natx Shift truly works, but it appears Dernon's Law is applicable after all if these rumors are confirmed. (And what should we say if they are?) I can't say much more at this moment, but it appears matter itself is being eaten by this reaction. The shifts are incalculable and unmeasurable except in theory, but as you know, the theory is that the universe slows in time when this reaction occurs, and it appears at this moment that there is some connection between energy replacement in pure form and this loss of matter. Who knows when we will find the true results of this device? What will happen if in 500 years reports come in about missing stars? Who knows now. Mass Driver production may have to be ceased for the moment while an investigation goes through, the Emperor will have my neck...

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Re: Querulous: The Juddering: The Fractal Zion Incident
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« Reply #26 on: November 20, 2008, 01:44:25 am »
-from The Book of the Yellowed Spine, by J.O.S.S. Haldane, Pioneer Scout Leader, Southern Rim, Second Brindus Engagement

Ked crouched before the beast, agog
his knattery knees nearly chattering
his cowardly heart in his chest, a frog
croaking, choking, faltering, fluttery
the beast thinking him deliciously buttery
his trepidant snuffling stiflingly strangled
his glass-chinned courage was shattering
hoarse lisping curses muttered and mangled

found carved into the lid of a CoKA-Cola geebox buried under a pile of rubble near the Oracle Aflame in Potash Canyon, FZ BIIIb

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Re: Querulous: The Juddering - The Walking-Man of Brindip
« Reply #27 on: November 20, 2008, 02:52:10 am »
-from Joss of Haldane's Moon, A Literary Exegesis, by Lord Brightness of Promise, Regent of General Corporate Strategy for the B-FZ Region

Joss the Unclean aka Juan Omar Samuel Sergei Hulldonia aka J.O.S.S. von Rigel-Kent Bettlegurz-Halden aka the Mad Prophet of the Mooseberry Moon aka the Walking-Man, was a Pioneer Scout leader, Brindipedia scholar, amateur poet, and prophet-oracle, best known for his finest work, The Book of Ked, as well as inspirational works like The Book of Lux, and other, lesser-known works such as The Song of the Demon Terror and Other Poems, originally issued on the lids of CoKA-Cola geeboxes in the middle decades of the 41st century of the Intersystem Common Era, in the obscure backwaters of the Outer Southern Rim, an area along the Redrosian Vector, after the Early Zaibatsu Debacle forced closure of HR Corporate holdings in the lucrative Pink Corridor.

His main obsessions were walking, poetry, the plight of the Sons and Daughters of the Seventeen Solarities - the Pioneer Youth, entrusted to his care - and the brief, cowardly, tragic, heroic, comic career of the original Ked Ambrit (if such a legendary and mythical personage can ever be said to truly exist in reality). He was also obsessed with Ambrit's remains, which he remained convinced were somewhere within the Brindus-Fractal Zion Double Cluster, and most probably near the Oracle Aflame on the third moon of the sub-dwarf cometary object orbiting the common dwarfstar, the world sometimes called Potash or Aflame, but once known for its most famous poet-prophet-philosopher, the Mooseberry Moon, which all the old astragators call Haldane's World, or as the Brindips still say to this day, Hulldoonia (Hull-DOON-ya).

found on a scrap of taroplasticine inside a helmet outside a guardshack near a fence down the road from the Pillar of Potash, SMMM Regimentary HQ, FZ BIIIb

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Re: Querulous: The Juddering: The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #28 on: November 20, 2008, 03:18:21 am »
"He was really always a strange boy. Not very, but there was always something odd about the kid, something we couldn't quite put our fingers on. For one thing, he never wanted to play the violent sim games with the neighborhood kids if he could help it. No he wasn't a wuss, thank God, but he hated violence of any kind except when in dire need. In fact he once told us that the only time he would ever move a muscle to inflict pain was if he or a loved one was about to be slain by one seeking to harm. Yes those are his exact words, at age 7 no less. No, I'm not really sure what he's up to now. I know he's involved in the military somehow though. I told you, he's a strange person. He was always somewhat distant, aloof you could say. Always acted as if he knew something important and sobering that no one else knew. Who knows why he's in the military now, maybe he loves humanity. I know it's a big thing, but there's a lot of dangers out there. Maybe he's protecting us, making up for something. Who knows."

-- Found article of Quantum News Sources, interview with Ked's father dated 4021, after the successful quenching of the Antarnillion Fire Bat swarms, of which Ked was a relatively successful participant, receiving the Deeak Medal of Valor, the Pluranite Star, and other prestigious awards.
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Re: Querulous: The Juddering: The Fractal Zion Incident
« Reply #29 on: November 20, 2008, 05:50:10 am »
-from Cultic Survivals of the First Colony Massacre Among the Potash Prospectors of the Gnarthian Open-Pit Quonset Lodgeships*, by His Corporate Majesty, the High-King of Brand Performance, Jocelyn the Bright, Earl of Tactical Quickstrikes, and Corporate Counsel for Interspecies Finance

The children's game of Dretch-Dretch-Lisk is still played among the tailing hills and runoff ponds by unwashed urchins of the Pioneer Youth in the Rolling Drumlins around Dirtwater Canyon and the strange, columnar dolmens of Potash Junction, and Ked is still a popular name for boys among the Mead-Sellers of the Mooseberry Mountains. The surname Ambrit, however, is wholly unattested, and its very mention is sure to bring the scornful, silent, hooded looks of inbred terror and inherited horror only to be found in the most backward and forlorn of the Hellholes of the Southern Starsprawl.

*unpublished thesis given to the author on the 30th Anniversary of the Sacrifice of the Innocent, inscribed "With Purpose, Aflame" in Old High Brindip

Unconfirmed reports associate the young Earl with a wandering, drunken, crazed poet, and planter of highbush cranberries, the infamous Guiseppe the Mead-monger, oft' heard to say, as he unbridled the pack-moose from his sledge, and rested from a long day of planting wild highbush amongst the purple celery of the Mauve Mountains, offering up his flask of fresh mooseberry mead, "Now who will hear some news, right fresh from Heaven?", his eyes glazed with the fervor of the zealot, his faced streaked with the dust of the pink potassium hills. The locals are said to still curse his name, for among the beneficial and medicinal invasive plants he spread across the Eastern Escarpment of Rhubarb Ridge, there still exists to this day large areas wholly given over to king water dandelion and only beast that can stomach its tuber, the pigmy hippo-boars of the Upland Terrace-paddies.