#Fembruary challenge 2020

First things first, this is my first time entering a blogging community challenge, it took me awhile but I’ve finally got the courage to start.

Second thing is, I ain’t that good at painting feminine miniatures.

But hey, that’s what challenges are for, to test yourself and overcome areas that your not comfortable at.

If you don’t know what the Fembruary challenge is, it’s a yearly challenge set up by a blogger named Alex, also known as leadballoony. The challenge is to paint a female miniature in February, from any genre and any miniature company you like.

For more information on the challenge, here’s a link to Alex’s blog post. http://leadballoony.com/2020/02/03/leadballoonys-3rd-fembruary-challenge/

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So what am I painting for Fembruary? Well I’ve already painted my first female miniature as part of a unit that I did today. A unit of Castigators for my revamped Stormhost (that I’ll elaborate in detail once I’ve finished writing the lore post. Not long now!).

Ignore the two male Stormcast Eternals, the female miniature is on the right.

Is that it? No, I’ve got another female model to paint next week! Since I’m collecting the Mortal Realms magazine to build up my existing Stormhosts (my revamped one and the Anvils of the Heldenhammer). I’m hoping my newsagent will be able to reserve next Wednesday copy as it will have the exclusive female Knight-Incantor miniature.

If they can’t reserve it due to high demand, I have a plan B! But I’ll share that at another time.

Before I go, just as a sneak peak to my big lore post on my homebrew Stormhost, I have a digital artwork of one of my characters thats a female Lord-Arcanum. #Fembruary2020

Until next time,

-Bjorn

Fan fiction Fly on the Wall Podcast Post Apocalyptic Saga link post

I’ve decided to make a post to link all of my Post Apocalyptic saga fan fiction posts, based on The Fly on the Wall Podcast series hosted by Luke and Waz, into an all in one link post. This will be updated with each new fan fiction post published on the blog, links below are in chronological order.

Posts below are art posts relating to the fan fiction.

I’ve got some suggestions for listening to music whilst reading these stories, as it’s immersive to the story that’ll make the experience much more enjoyable. These are my personal favourites when I’m writing these fan fiction stories, I hope you’ll enjoy them too!

  • Mitch Murder, Hardwired album
  • Fallout 1 and 2 and 3 OST
  • Wasteland 2 by Mark Morgan
  • Sanctum, Metatron Omega
  • Impact Winter, Mitch Murder
  • Death Stranding, Ludvig Forssell

Lastly I’m grateful to Luke and Waz for letting me do this fan fiction project, despite how much I keep posting about my work I’m very thankful for the guys positive feedback and enjoyment of my work.

You can find the Fly on the Wall Podcast on your preferred podcast app (might not be on all podcast apps), Twitter and Instagram.

Here’s a link to their Twitter site and give their podcast a listen!

https://mobile.twitter.com/flyonthewallpo1

If the link doesn’t work, just type in FlyOnTheWallPo1 on Twitter.

Thanks for reading this post and I hope you’ll enjoy the fan fiction stories (or not).

-Bjorn

Fly on the Wall post apocalyptic saga fan fiction series part 3: Time and the underworlds embrace

London, East End, est 1950/1960

On the streets in the East end of London, in a pact narrow rows of brick houses in Bethnal Green, a young man was watching outside through his window. Looking down at the street from his house, where people were going about their daily lives on a cool autumn morning. He opened his windows to let the breeze in like a fresh draft, but not the freshest and cleanest of air. Here it was full of smoke from the chimneys from coal fires, clogging the air in a smokey line of heavy black fog. But the man didn’t care as this was his home that he grew up all his life, he wouldn’t change it any other way.

Bethnal Green was a place like no other for it was where The Firm, the gang led by Kray Twins once ruled the streets, and the site of one of Jack the Rippers routes to escape his acts of murder. But life wasn’t all doom and gloom for the Community was strong, neighbours knew one another and would help each other when times were tough. Fathers went to work in the working class world, wives would look after the children and do their daily routines, some even worked in market stalls selling food.

The young man got his music player out which he fondly enjoyed listening to, music inspired him to draw, think and feel the music playing on his old 78. He put his favourite song in the 78 player and started playing the song, the sound was booming out of his windows as the music traveled down the narrow street like an amplified stage show. The drums and beat could be heard straight down the street bouncing around and echoing from the walls.

Somewhere nearby in a disused vegetable pile down the back of a stable house, rats were eating raw vegetables in this graveyard of dead veg. Their ears detected the booming music and hurried back into the shadows. Some skulked around ruins of bombed out houses that still stood after the Second World War. Overgrown, abandoned and deteriorating from years of neglect, these ruins provided the rats a comfortable nest to breed and expand around the East End.

Meanwhile back on the narrow street, people heard the music and saw the young man with his music player as the source of the loud noise. They danced and smiled at the music that was playing. It was a calm but catchy song that had a great drum and piano combination. The song that was playing was called Blueberry Hills.

Blinking his eyes open as if he awoke from a terrible dream, Luke was standing in amongst the crowed looking up at the young man. The man looked down at him with a charming smile as if he knew Luke. Suddenly he stood up on the windows edge, spreading his arms out wide and jumped down. He fell head down towards the cobbles, his sudden act shocked Luke by the sight of this mans death wish. Instead of cracking his neck from a height of 16ft or more high, he dropped into a pool of dark liquid that appeared out of nowhere, exactly where the man would’ve killed himself. It saved his fall as he fell onto the pool that was only a few centimetres high, but he vanished into its thick dark underworld.

The crowd froze with no concern for what just happened to the man, they stood still smiling in an oblivious day dream. They turned towards Luke with that same expression the man had given Luke, that knowing sinister smile that made his back chill by the supernatural.

The street turned dark, the sun became clouded by thick dark clouds that blotted the light. The people around Luke suddenly fell on the cobbled floor as If a great plague had struck them, he gasped stepping back in shock as women, men and children decayed into shrivelled corpses. They all looked at Luke as they decayed into piles of yellow bones, whispering his name even as their life force dissipated. “Luke” they whispered “Times running out, you’ll be with us soon”.

The street was silent and cold as a crypt as the world around Luke the streets became a dark and haunted perversion of what came before. The bricked houses had an eerie appearance like a tight wall blocking the light and outside world. Bethnal Green became a fantasised underworld that it was known for by the legends and villains that walked it’s streets. For Luke, he was walking in the physical underworld of Bethnal Green, it’s underworld.

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Bubbling and squelching like a boiling pot of hot water, the dark pool grew wide and deep as it flooded the street up to kneecap height. The young man slowly climbed up the flooded water and up towards the surface like a revenant from the dead. Drenched in water and walking slowly, he brought his left hand up in a clenched fist and opened it up in an open palm. He smiled as the rats appeared all around Luke with gleaming red eyes and decaying fangs that gnawed on dead fleshy chunks. From rooftops to swimming in the water, they sniffed the air catching Luke’s scent. The predators have found its victim.

Luke was trapped in a narrow street with no route for escape, trapped like a rat in a corner. The mysterious man still smiled at Luke, chuckling as he came towards him with the rats circling around. He spoke in a soft and intellectual cockney accent like any East End born “It’s nice to meet you at last Luke, your getting closer now, so very close to the Final Apocalypse”.

“What Final Apocalypse? Who are you! Where’s my friends and where are we?” Luke’s anger rose in agitation at the mans amusement. The man replied back “The journey you’re now undertaking has set a chain in motion that cannot be stopped, and you know you can’t change it. Humanity is on the brink of extinction, the mutant army has grown to a mighty force that’ll invade Melbourne very soon. Even yourself time is running out from the virus that flows in your body. How long will you last until your body finally gives up?”

In rage, Luke balled his right fist tight and strikes the man down by impacting his fist to the face. But the man quickly grabs the hurling fist with ease, and flicks it backwards breaking the wrist and joint to the hand. Luke howls in pain as he falls to his knees cradling his limp hand. The chuckling echoed around the street ridiculing the futile attempt.

“This is my world, what strength you have has no meaning to me, I can make you suffer much more than that. But I’m not a violent man, I don’t believe in violence. But I will defend myself if I perceive a threat”

Luke cradles his hand as he clenched his teeth to endure the pain. He looks up with fury burning in his stare “So what’s the goal for this Final Apocalypse? World domination? Replacing humanity with your mutant army? Or sending your alien friends to earth to make a new home using it’s natural resources?” The cockney man shakes his head and says “None of them, I won’t reveal what we’re doing yet. I await for you at the Water purification power plant”.

He walks away from Luke and snaps his fingers to command the rats to engage towards Luke. The army of rats pounced at him, shredding his lungs and eyes in a bloody bloodbath. Luke screamed in pain as the blood gushed out in pools of dark red in the flood, causing Luke to fall and thrash in the flood water. The rats tore out his ears with their yellow diseased teeth, gnawing at the fleshy meat in greedy gulps. They clawed at the joints in Luke’s legs and arms paralysing him whilst he violently spasmed in pain. Gnawing at his flesh, the rats entered Luke’s body’s as the dug into his insides looking for the tasty organs like the liver, heart, intestines, lungs and kidneys.

At this point Luke would’ve died from shock and intense pain, but he was still alive. All he could hear was the chuckle of the young man as he knelt beside Luke’s thrashing carcass body. “I’m not a violent man” the young man said as the rats eat the last of the flesh that were left on the bones of a dead man.

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Luke was still alive, even though he was just a pile of bones floating in the flooded street. The young man picked Luke’s skull, he positioned Luke’s skull to look straight at him. “You know times running out Luke, I can see it, the day the virus will clog your vital functions to breath, see, smell and move. You’ll need to hurry, find the Dark Mind, find me and I’ll give you the chance to die trying”. Suddenly he crushed Luke’s skull, and all that can be heard was Luke’s agonising screams as his soul was dragged down into the flood by forces unknown.

The underworld.

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Luke blinked his eyes open, sweat pouring down his face and body in a heat of panic and anxiety, heart beating so fast that Luke couldn’t breath for several seconds. Still in his hazmat body gear, he ripped off his gas mask and breathed in an out deeply in jagged breaths. He was back in the wasteland, the dry land that stretched either side of a long tarmac road that seemed better days. Trees dead and hollow like thorns appeared in the distance, with little plant life around Luke.

He turned to see the gang as panicked and distressed as he was, Glenn looked like he saw a ghost, Krakstrong angry from a great offence that caused him to roar. Waz was mumbling to himself, saying about “the heart and soul” like it was a riddle that even his vast knowledge couldn’t decipher. As for the flood, the rats and the man, they vanished like they never existed.

After several minutes of waiting for everyone to calm down Luke spoke to the gang, his nerves still shook him from his nightmare. “Did you guys see that? The man, did you see what the F he did?” They all nodded in agreement, they all saw what happened.

“We were all there in the flood right here, then all of a sudden I was alone in the same shed that my wife was in before she was murdered. The Butcher came back from the dead, standing there eating chunks of my dead wife. Then he came up to me and shredded me alive” said Glenn, he was shaken by what he saw but kept his iron will together. Luke shook his head in confusion. Didn’t they all witness what he did? Or did they see something else……

He said to Glenn “Wait, did you see a young man with an army of rats around us before and after?”. Glenn replies back confused as well “No, I saw the Butcher coming out of the flood, he came up to you before everything changed and I was alone, then I saw the shed like I awoke from a nightmare. I didn’t see an army of rats nor this young man either”.

Luke’s spine chilled as the supernatural became more mysterious by Glenn’s vision of what he saw. Is this how the Dark Mind works? By using the fears and nightmares of its victims to control them? Luke needed to hear what Krakstrong and Waz has to say to see their prospective on the situation.

“Waz, Krakstrong, what did you two see in your visions?”. Krakstrong who calmed down from his anger management looked at Luke and replied “I saw flood, I saw that man thing”. Luke smiled “So you did see that young man with curly hair in the suit too?”. But krakstrong shook his head “No, I saw my old self, Keith, he tried to posses my body and turn me back into a human”.

This was another revelation that made things more complicated. Luke looked at Waz and waited for his reply, Waz talked slowly in a dry unemotional tone “I saw the flood, it defies logic for there wasn’t any water source, not this far into land unless there were rain clouds. But there were no rain clouds, the water came from the ground. Then I saw you coming up from the flood, you asked me to take your hand……then ………” he stopped. He didn’t say anything after that.

It’s an illusion more likely, a game that the Dark Mind plays to lure its victims into a false sense of unease and lower their mental defences. But, they all saw something in the flood, but was it a being that could use powers to show different prospectives, or was it more complex than that? Why did Waz see Luke in his prospective, was Luke his greatest fear, regret, loss or jealousy?

Whatever it was, it made no sense, especially when comparing each experience with each other. One was fear, the other in denial. For Luke, his was the strangest one that was someone he never met before in the flesh. He knew the person in books he read, horror stories that would chill your bones and screw your mind by the violent and supernatural horror. The man died many decades ago, this being wasn’t the same man as the one Luke saw. It was a younger version, a mocking disguise of someone’s flesh and identity.

The man he met in the flood was called James. He was now Luke’s nightmare, the living manifestation of Luke’s fear of a slow death by the virus that’s flowing in his body. Once his time was over, the rats will surely find him and they will devour him……..

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The gang reached the end of their long walk across the long stretch of road leading towards the Water purification power plant. They see a gas station that was abandoned, this will be their resting point until tomorrow. Glenn and Luke scouted the area to see if there were any hostiles in the area, none were found. They enter the kiosk shop, scanning the shop for supplies and clearing the area for them to rest. Krakstrong will have to sleep outside as there weren’t enough room for him to fit into kiosk space.

As the sun went down and the stars came out, the gang rested from the long days road trip. Gathering their thoughts on what happened that day. It still shook them from the experience of witnessing the supernatural influence of the Dark Mind. But it made them more determined and stronger to stop the Dark Mind.

Waz went outside walking around the building where no one will notice him for a few minutes. He held up his symbiotic arm that withered and morphed constantly, cables, flesh, metal and bone morphed like a constant wave. He morphed a small screen with buttons to tune the signal, a small tv like device that he used to catch the signal that he was following.

He tuned it for a couple of minutes as the static buzzing fuzzed when tuning for a signal. The he got the signal, a barley visible green glow of an unidentifiable person on the screen. The person spoke to Waz through the radio speakers “So, have brought the group to the location that we agreed on? Has Luke collected the package from his father?”

Waz replied back in a dry cold tone “yes, he doesn’t suspect that I know about his package. We’re at an old gas station to rest for the night, by tomorrow we should be on schedule following the river down towards the location for three days”. The person replied back “Good, I’ll be waiting for you by day two, make sure your not delayed or this entire mission will be doomed”. The signal went as the man signed off. Waz was about to go back when suddenly he was pinned to the wall by a great force of impact, breaking his bones. A big purple hand pushed him into the brickwork pinning him to restrain his movement. He turns one of his eyes around to see Krakstrong snarling at him, radiating pure hatred at Waz.

“Who were you taking to! Answer now or I’ll tear you apart!!!!”

End of part 3

Four who ride in the post apocalypse

Recently it was announced on the Fly on the Wall podcast that their long running Post Apocalypse series will be ending on the 30th of December. So what better time than to reveal my week long artwork, my last one in tribute to the series.

More art, I know, I probably shouldn’t be doing too much on the Fly on the Wall podcast stuff for it might look like I’m taking credit from somebody’s work. I mention in my posts on the subject that it’s fan made, I make art and fan fiction just for the sheer fun and effort, it pleases me seeing the reaction that Luke and Waz, and what their thoughts are. Also, I’d like to apologise to Waz for getting his name wrong in my prologue fan fiction story. I kept naming him ‘Woz’ instead of ‘Waz’. Apologies for getting that wrong.

It’s a good feeling to know that at least my artistic skills are put to good use rather than my current downhill career path is going. For those of you who may not know, I started this blog a couple of years ago as an online collection of my College artwork, like a virtual blog portfolio of my work in progress. But once I found out about the Warhammer community on WordPress, the blog became more about my hobby projects.

Three years later, it didn’t go down well.

Doing these fan fiction projects based on Luke and Waz’s podcast for free means a lot to me, it’s not a shill statement nor me being pally with them for reputation or social climbing. I’m just happy my talents are being used for something meaningful and appreciated and criticised. Oh and for conspiracy theories for the stuff I make. Yes it’s defiantly a time traveling Brian Blessed.

I might not be able to become an artist, nor have a job in anything art related. But I’ll say F@£k it and carry on.

Anyways, now back to my art work.

This artwork was a test to see how well I could draw and colour in an artwork featuring multiple characters in one page. So I did my pencil sketching and traced that over with a Japanese nib 3.0 pen.

Now for some colour!

Above photo was a basic colour guide for me to shade and highlight, and any special effects I might want to add to the artwork. It’ll take some time to add the light and shadow areas, but the results are worth it for putting effort into it.

Once that’s done, the picture should look decent enough, although you could add some extra effects and texture just to finish it off. Just try not to add too much as that’ll make the picture out of focus and messy.

As my year 8 art teacher once said.

Less means better, more means messy.

– my year 8 art teacher

To finish off, I’ve used a filter and edited the photo lighting to my standards. The abomination is finally complete!

Drawn to life are the gang of the Fly of the Wall podcast featuring big mutant ape man Krakstrong, a bandit outlaw (I don’t know who he is……), Bounty Hunter Glenn and half man half machine Waz.

I think this will do as a good tribute to the lads, they’ve done a lot of great work on the post apocalyptic saga. Congrats on a very enjoyable and thrilling series!

What’s next? I might continue my fan fiction story that diverts from the lads post apocalyptic saga, but I’ve already written two big posts of part 1 and 2. I need some time to write part 3. As for artwork, that’ll be done as part of the fan fiction series as I think this posts artwork will serve as my final tribute work.

Will I do anything else for the podcast? I’m going to take a break and let others contribute their work. As I’ve said before this is just for fun and effort, so I’m hoping more people will put show their talents with their contributions.

As Waz once said

Twitter!!!!!!

-Lord Waz

before I go, I’ve got some previews of my artwork for part 3 of my fan fiction, and beyond……..

Got any theories for the artwork?

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That’s all from me for today. I’ve got plenty more of my 12 days of Winter posts coming up, so check back each day and see what’s on my blog.

Until next time,

-Bjorn

12 days of Winter|Fly on the Wall post apocalypse series: part 1

In the distant future of today, life had changed dramatically after the outbreak of the virus, a plague that had struck the modern day society with one fell swoop. The virus was believed to have been similar to the Ebola virus, based on the physical signs that matched medical research into the Ebola virus. Anyone in contact with the virus would surely die slow and painfully, as the virus takes hold of the innocent, the damned and the foolish.

At first it was believed that the virus was Ebola, which somehow infected the world uncontrolled, and free to kill anyone in contact to it’s sickening spread. Those that lived past the first stages of the virus soon realised that it wasn’t Ebola, for the virus wasn’t just a disease, it mutated. The infected started to mutate, growing new limbs, animalistic features and reformed into monstrous proportions, like an accelerated evolutionary change of nature’s doing. Birthing a new variety of races of mutants, these. Creatures would form their own clans, warbands or isolated lives away from the rest of it’s kin.

No longer did the virus kill the weak, for the weak were all dead, and the strong were rewarded with new changes as they became mutants. However, these enhancements came at the cost of their own freedom of individuality and expression, mindless to the whispers of its new master.

But the survivors of Australia had not been easily defeated into misery like other nations, for this is a land of fighters and survivalists. They started to form communities, organised law groups, traders and hunters in this new and disturbing world.

As the wasteland recovered from the apocalypse and started rebuilding itself for over six years, a new threat emerged from the shadow of a vast army of mutant soldiers. They call their master the Dark Mind, the one they followed and enacted it’s will to kill and eradicate the human population to make war for the new earth.

Who is the Dark mind? What are its goals and how did it came to be for it to have outsmarted the government, the military and the world. No one knows for sure, it’s a spoken blessing by the mutants to give praise to this foul leader. Like a hive mind in the shadows it has so far not been seen by human eyes, more than likely to be in a safe place to be able to wove its malicious plans.

It’s army marches on as they raid settlements for fresh meat, Slaves and vessels to absorb. Mankind is now on the brink of extinction.

They proclaim that this act of atrocity will be heralded as the Final apocalypse, and the new mankind will flourish and prosper. Wether populated by the mutant army or something far more disturbing is as of yet up for debate.

Now in the wasteland desert of Australia, four travellers set off to find an old water purification power plant facility in the wastes. There they believe that this is the source of the virus that caused the apocalypse in Australia. Still producing clouds of pollution into the atmosphere and the lake it’s sited on. Pumping the virus into inland Australia where it can mutate or kill those inland that survived the apocalypse.

Soon, our race will die and fade into the desert like a forgotten civilisation of old, our history, linage, hate, war, achievements and prosperity will die along with us.

The Final apocalypse begins………

Part 1: Dark minds

The four of them prepared themselves to leave the comfort of the scarp built town settlement, a place they called home for a year since defeating the mutant army and it’s undercover agent, Jackson Creeker. Built from several trucks, cars, bricks and other materials, this town was like a shanty town made of steel. It wasn’t as grand or appealing to look at the rusting metal and smell of waste, but it was far better than the wasteland.

Decorated in flags of various colours and tied rows of light decorations, the town looked more lively and festive despite the season not being appropriate. Life was simpler, less taxing in daily office jobs and city commitments. Now families had more time to bond to develop stronger ties, fathers and mothers taught their children how to survive. Older brothers and sisters would leave shelter to work on defending the town or went hunting for food. For once in a community that for many decades slowly become disconnected by technology and social and political divide, people started to work together for a common goal wether they agreed or disagreed with each other.

But this didn’t mean life was without its problems, the wasteland had ways of punishing the lucky survivors. The virus is still a major threat as in recent years newborn were mutated from birth, crime was rife now that law enforcement was at its lowest and thinned out, mutants that are not under the influence of the Dark Mind, and surviving humans who share the town with the mutants were on the verge of civil war. But the biggest threat of all is the growing possibility of a another mutant army invasion, which seemed like an inevitable prospect.

But it was the virus that really caused much suffering to the survivors, and as of yet there are no signs of it stopping nor a cure in sight. Soon humanity in the wasteland will either be extinct by the mutant army’s push for total extermination or the phasing out of humans as mutant newborn are on the rise.

Luke, Waz, Keith/ Krakstrong and Glenn say their last goodbye to friends and loved ones.

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Before he leaves his house, Glenn pats his Pug dog, Keith, knowing that it would be too dangerous for his only friend to venture with him. He knows Luke’s family will look after Keith well, a temporary family that might need to adapt to Keith’s bad breath.

Glenn takes one last look at an old photo of him, his friends and his Wife, taken years ago when life was different. His wife’s dead now, and so was his old self. He leaves his home as he takes his dog out the door.

He arrived at the huge entry gate where he and the group were supposed to be meeting up. It was 6:00am in the morning in when dawn is just starting to rise up. Glenn was very early arriving at the spot as the meet up was supposed to be at 9:00am, which gave Glenn spare time to check his equipment and buy some supplies from early opening merchant stores.

Sometimes Glenn still thinks the Butcher is still alive in his mind, even though he killed the monster years ago. He can still see the way the thing butchered his wife like a butchers Workshop. The shadow is the Butcher as he still lingers in Glenn’s mind, sometimes around him like an invisible shadow that taunts him for his failures.

He sets off to get ready for the long journey ahead.

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Krakstrong (once named Keith when he was a human) fist bumps his brothers and sisters like a solid rock on impact, they respected Krakstrong as their leader of their species who risked life and limb to protect the clan. The origin of their mutant line came about because of an ass infection by the virus which turned Keith into a massive hairy four armed ape.

Rumour had it that years ago Glenn’s wife preferred the then changing mutant Keith because he bit her and she somehow liked…..it…….(???), which resulted in her having a mutant childlike chimpanzee with silverback fur and big tusks. This was supposedly what drove Glenn to hunt down Krakstrong, not because Keith bit Glenn’s wife, but it’s only rumours………..

As Krakstrong began to leave the converted truck shelter of his clan house, his mother was waiting for him at the exit, a big grey furred wise woman who was a well respected woman by all. Her voice was the sound of strength and dominance second only to Krakstrong. She spoke to him with gazing yellow eyes like sunflower “You going I see, to help your manslave find the bad energy that’s fuelling our enemy, Gornicus. Good, your getting too stuffed, lazy, not cooking your own food and stink like kangaroo $£it for too long now. Now go, ya stinking dirty ape!”

She laughed, heaving her lungs and clapping her hands, slapping Krakstrongs back really hard as he nearly lost his balance. Krakstrong couldn’t contain his amusement as he laughs with her, slapping her back so hard that he pushed her to the floor. “Good one muv’s, very good!!!” He picks his mother up and waves goodbye to his family as he sets off and leaves his kingdom to his mothers hands. He turns one last time to see his family all watching him leave, his mother, farther, brothers, sisters and twenty kids of his own. ‘Time to stop the mutant army, and Gornicus the Face Ripper’ thought Krakstrong as he strode down the streets to meet up with the gang.

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Waz had been waiting at the meet up point where he was told to meet the others, he saw Glenn buying some supplies to load himself with various self defence equipment. Krakstrong and Luke haven’t arrived yet, just an hour before the deadline to meet up.

Part of Waz wanted to meet his family again after being so isolated for so long in his efforts to expand his knowledge and modifications to his body. He somehow had a strange sense of feeling lost, like an emotion that’s not been felt for a very long time.

But another part of him, the machine bonding, dominating his human emotions and suppressed any attempts to return to his family. The goal is to find the location of the source of the virus and stop it before it got out of control. He may be a cold and logical abomination, but his calculations suggests that the world needs humans and mutants to live together to care for the planet. Preservation must continue or else the Dark Minds victory may well be the end of the story.

Waz stands under a shelter waiting in the shadows as his body morphs constantly, parts change and form into new and strange shapes. The Woz he was was long gone under the constant changes of organic, metallic and manmade parts that change his body. Unrecognisable now, his identity as well as his personality is slipping away from his grasp.

He waits under his waiting spot as he sees Glenn in the distance carrying crates of supplies back to the meeting point. Then he sees Krakstrong coming up to meet Glenn as he lets Glenn tie a rack on the big apes back to carry the supplies. Krakstrong sees Waz and glares at him with hatred and anger, he hates Waz just as much as Gornicus. It will only be a matter of time until Woz is murdered by this brute.

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Luke says goodbye to his family as he leaves home to join up with the gang. He got Glenn’s dog earlier in the morning for his family to look after, it stinks bad but a nice dog to look after. Luke couldn’t quite understand why Glenn called his dog Keith, was it out of grief, loss or replacement of Keith/Krakstrong?

As he walked down the stairs of his mayor office house that was made from an old log built house with scrap welded on, he hears a voice behind him calling his name. He turns to see his father out through the scrap built greenhouse on the left side of the house. Luke walks over to see his dad as he was tending some mutated plants, these ones were called wrinkly sack eggs. I don’t need to tell why they’re called that…….

“Son we need to talk” said his dad, he looked distracted and anxious by something on his mind. Luke in his not so serious attitude knew what his dad was worried about, but tried to lighten up his father. He said to his dad “look, I know what your worried about pops, I don’t know how long it will be for us to find this water purification power plant location Waz had found out. I don’t want to leave you and the family, I’d rather see everything else die out and save my friends and family. There again, I can’t stand by when innocent people are turning into mindless monsters controlled out of their own free will”.

“But I promise I’ll stop what’s causing this virus that’s changing everyone. I’ll save you too……”. He looks at his dads hands, they looked different due to the purple veins running down his hands from his fingertips. It was making the rest of his skin go pale, an encroaching change that will likely turn for the worse if the Dark Mind can control his dad.

His dad was changing into a mutant, and he couldn’t stop that for no cure currently exists that can reverse or stop the virus.

“Son it’s not about me, it’s about you. Unlike me your going to die soon and I want be able to see you for the last time”. His dad wipes the sweat from his forehead and breathes out in frustration. A few years ago during a massive mutant attack at the old safe camp, Luke was caught in an ambush by the Butcher, who instead of tearing Luke apart injected his arm with a special virus. Over the years rather than mutating, he was ageing rapidly with side effects of losing sight, control of his body and balance for a temporary time. But his failing health had only deteriorated much more as the virus destroys his body. So far certain medication has delayed the virus and offered him some freedom to be active and capable of defending his friends and family (just not his appearance, not even that can be reversed unless the fountain of youth existed down under). But he knew soon enough his only source of support will go eventually.

Luke puts his finger to his lips to hush his dad, “ssshhh, I don’t want the family to know that, nor the settlers either. They’ll never let me go and you know they’ll try locking me up in a basement to keep me from fighting”.

Luke’s dad went silent out of sadness and regret for what he was about to do. He turns to collect a box he took with him to the greenhouse in the morning, then locked up his greenhouse with his keys. Then turns back to Luke with a wooden box in his hands, about 3 to 4 ft in height that was aged by decades judging by the quality of the wood. He gives Luke the box and looks at him straight in the eye with an expression of a calm storm.

“This was passed down in the family for many generations kept safe by the code of the linage. Inside you’ll find everything you need to know, it’ll come in handy on the long journey”. Luke looks at his dad for a few seconds as he saw a side to his pops that he didn’t like. He looked inside the box which gave him a stone cold stare at what he saw, he knew what this meant.

Luke slurred his words until he finally could form a coherent sentences to his dad “Why give me this?”. His dad didn’t replied back, he just nodded to Luke as is to say “you’ll know when the time comes”.

His dad finally spoke after several minutes of silence. “I’ll take over your role as deputy Mayor with the help of Kei… I mean Krakstrong’s mother. Don’t worry, we’ll keep things orderly whilst you and your friends stop this madness that’s infecting our country”.

Luke nods to his dad and puts the box down, embraces his dad for one last time before taking the box with him to the meet up point. Luke tried not to cry as he walked down the stairs of the abyss to the dark underworld of his grave.

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Meanwhile somewhere in the desert…

Deep below the ground, far from the bright light of the suns blazing incandescent light, where tunnels run with wires, tube pumps and steel wall shafts lead to utter darkness. The tapping of damp water was the only sound that can be heard, a calm before the storm that was about to take place…..

A.N.P special squad were sent to investigate the virus that they believed was located at this old water purification power plant, their task was classified and only shared with themselves, the inner circle of the A.N.P supreme military HQ and their president.

Melbourne wasn’t the sunny city that it once was before the apocalypse, now, your more likely to be shot dead if you weren’t praising the government for taxing your livelihood and taking your freedom of expression away.

The special team were heavily armoured monsters who had the firepower to shred you into chunks of meat. They were trained to serve and to kill. Democracy always came last.

They entered the power plant very easily, too easily.

What they found was unlike anything they had witnessed in the war torn city of Melbourne, even the horrors of the wasteland couldn’t compare to what they’ve seen here. They would also die with what they witnessed, as giant mutated rats attacked them one by one with malicious intent. These men and women were the elite that survived many battles against the revolutionary traitors, those that would destroy the core values of the A.N.P’s mission to unite Australia into a single mega power. These elites had personally shown their utter devotion to the cause of the A.N.P, they were hand picked to do this mission and successfully take control of the facility into the presidents cause.

But, the Dark Mind wouldn’t allow it, it knew all along what these fools were trying to achieve by coming here. Toying them into its underbelly

As the last man stood alone in the dark with his gun swinging erratically left and right, sweat running all over his body and his eyes wide with fear. His heart was beating so fast that his chest was in pain, stress levels reaching an all time high. He can hear the chitter of teeth all around him in the deep darkness of the tunnels.

His mind started to lose it’s composure, logic and conformity to the ideology that was drilled in his head since childhood, he slowly broke down as his reality was smashed like a cheap vase. What was the point in fighting? Why serve a president who broke his nation into pieces after the apocalypse already destroyed society? Why should people suffer from the A.N.P because they aren’t worthy to the dictatorship future of Australia?

He could feel something taking over his mind as he slowly lowered his weapon. He tried to resist but the eldritch invasion was stronger, it made him drop the gun to the floor. He could hear a song near him, an echo of a song called Blueberry Hill. It played on and on repeating for what seemed like hours. How long was he standing there for?

Then from the shadows he could hear footsteps and from the shadows he could barely make out a form of a man. His features were hidden in the shadows but his form could be seen from the A.N.P troopers shoulder mounted torch. The man made a gesture like ‘engage’ or ‘move forward’ with his left hand to someone or something the trooper couldn’t see. “I’m not a violent man, believe me” Said the stranger who sounded genuinely pacifist for what he was about to do. It was the last thing the A.N.P special Squad trooper, Andrew, heard before thousands of gleaming red eyes with yellow corrosive fangs lashed out and ate him alive. His screams were so loud that it echoed down the tunnels, but no one ever heard his pleas for help………….

End of part 1

Extract to part 1 of the fan made Fly on the Wall Podcast Post Apocalyptic Saga

As part of my 12 days of Winter daily blog posts, I’ve included the first part of my non cannon fan fiction story based on the Fly on the Wall Podcast Post Apocalypse saga. After completing my prologue story, a pilot of sorts, I did some writing on the first part of the story.

Luke and Woz enjoyed the prologue, and read it on their podcast for their Post apocalyptic saga special. I have no idea if anyone liked it or what the viewers thought about this alternative story. For all I know, Dexton might be my only fan…….

I heard the extract and found a few issues with my writing, some parts work others not so much. Whilst focusing on the characters and backstory for most of the prologue was good, I did however notice that it relied on people listening to the podcast series to get a better understanding of where I’ve gone with my alternative timeline.

Why write a fan made story? I have two reasons for doing this, 1) I wanted to try my hand at writing stories on my blog to see wether people will like it and wether my work is substantial. Ive done plenty of fictional writing on the blog before, but only as lore background to my homebrew work. I wanted to try writing fictional stories to broaden my blog into different subjects. If it goes well I might try doing more story posts for other projects. 2) Because I really liked the post apocalyptic saga that Woz and Luke have created, it’s a fun audio story that takes some twist and turns you wouldn’t be expecting. I’m hoping my contribution to the fandom will get others to add their own work into the podcast.

Anyways, as an early treat for you guys I’ve decided to reveal an extract to my non cannon fan made story of the Post Apocalyptic Saga. Enjoy!

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In the distant future of today, life had changed dramatically after the outbreak of the virus, a plague that had struck the modern day society with one fell swoop. The virus was believed to have been similar to the Ebola virus, based on the physical signs that matched medical research into the Ebola virus. Anyone in contact with the virus would surely die slow and painfully, as the virus takes hold of the innocent, the damned and the foolish.

At first it was believed that the virus was Ebola, which somehow infected the world uncontrolled, and free to kill anyone in contact to it’s sickening spread. Those that lived past the first stages of the virus soon realised that it wasn’t Ebola, for the virus wasn’t just a disease, it mutated. The infected started to mutate, growing new limbs, animalistic features and reformed into monstrous proportions, like an accelerated evolutionary change of nature’s doing. Birthing a new variety of races of mutants, these. Creatures would form their own clans, warbands or isolated lives away from the rest of it’s kin.

No longer did the virus kill the weak, for the weak were all dead, and the strong were rewarded with new changes as they became mutants. However, these enhancements came at the cost of their own freedom of individuality and expression, mindless to the whispers of its new master.

But the survivors of Australia had not been easily defeated into misery like other nations, for this is a land of fighters and survivalists. They started to form communities, organised law groups, traders and hunters in this new and disturbing world.

As the wasteland recovered from the apocalypse and started rebuilding itself for over six years, a new threat emerged from the shadow of a vast army of mutant soldiers. They call their master the Dark Mind, the one they followed and enacted it’s will to kill and eradicate the human population to make war for the new earth.

Who is the Dark mind? What are its goals and how did it came to be for it to have outsmarted the government, the military and the world. No one knows for sure, it’s a spoken blessing by the mutants to give praise to this foul leader. Like a hive mind in the shadows it has so far not been seen by human eyes, more than likely to be in a safe place to be able to wove its malicious plans.

It’s army marches on as they raid settlements for fresh meat, Slaves and vessels to absorb. Mankind is now on the brink of extinction.

They proclaim that this act of atrocity will be heralded as the Final apocalypse, and the new mankind will flourish and prosper. Wether populated by the mutant army or something far more disturbing is as of yet up for debate.

Now in the wasteland desert of Australia, four travellers set off to find an old water purification power plant facility in the wastes. There they believe that this is the source of the virus that caused the apocalypse in Australia. Still producing clouds of pollution into the atmosphere and the lake it’s sited on. Pumping the virus into inland Australia where it can mutate or kill those inland that survived the apocalypse.

Soon, our race will die and fade into the desert like a forgotten civilisation of old, our history, linage, hate, war, achievements and prosperity will die along with us.

The Final apocalypse begins………

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As a bonus treat for you guys, I have a digital artwork done as a cover for part 2 (WIP writing that). I can’t spoil what it means, but for those of you who know my blog will understand what this pays homage to.

Anyways, I hope you guys have enjoyed this post and looking forward to the full first part. Check out the Fly on the Wall Podcast hosted by Luke and Woz, they do all sorts of topical subjects and host their Post Apocalyptic Saga series.

Until next time,

-Bjorn