Today marks the five hundredth day after the black flood that destroyed the world. I’ve lost track of the present date, but it must be sometime in the winter of 2017. In these days of toil and solitude, I have sacrificed the vigor of my life to the obsessive construction of my horrible machine. Dear reader, if you stumble upon these notes, pray for the future and allow me to finish my story.
The machine’s input analyzer broke; it will take the next week of scavenging through the backyard to find the right equipment to deal with this. When things are back in order, the hope of salvation will dawn once again. I must get back to work.
The signals that I’ve been receiving in the past few days didn’t register on any familiar frequency. Is my machine broken again? The noise of these clicks is highly unusual. I better do a full check-up to make sure the receivers are in working order.
The abnormal sounds have persisted for more than three weeks, and even though every component of my machine seems functional, I sense that something is deeply wrong. For two years I have failed to establish contact with other survivors of the apocalypse through building this advanced communications device, and now someone may be out there. The thought of being the only one left in the world used to be disquieting, but this sudden feeling of not being alone among ashes and ruins seems so much more disturbing.
I have been unable to sleep for the past two nights. Oh damnation! That cursed sound from my abominable creation keeps intensifying and resonating through the lifeless night. It’s picking up a signal. The Judgment Day is near!
I woke up yesterday to an earth-shattering impact. The past few days have spun to a delirious blur until I collapsed unconscious, but as I stepped out of my shelter and set gaze upon a repulsive glowing ooze and the gruesome thing that fell out of the sky, all my nightmares and fears returned with intensely amplified terror. Amidst the jarring din of the machine I lost my footing and fell from the second tier of my establishment. My body is alright now, for I have sustained much more brutal injuries in the past. Even so, I cannot disregard the horror that crashed into this world from beyond the sky, for it rekindles the familiar agonizing memories of our world’s demise. And suddenly through a stark realization I dreadfully ponder – if our world is already dead, can it die again?
One thing is driving me nuts; the portion of road that has seemingly lost it's other half is in ridiculously good condition compared to the rest of the scene. Why didn't you tear up the street? I mean, how can everything be in complete ruin except the street right next to it?
Did you really have that Cyclopean Virtue (the one with the poem) sitting around all this time, and you just now re-used it for the road? Anyways, excellent work, again. Nice choice of font, by the way!
Wow!... First, great use of legs. Very nice. Also, you are the only person that I know, who can take a pile of 1x1s and such, lay them there, and make it look unachievable by mere mortals like us! Really excellent work, there Nannan! This is great.
So much detail! A truly fantastic job. I like your idea of how to make a debris field using small circular pieces, that way it looks like rubble. The destroyed building was an great idea to fit in there. Nice job.
The beauty is in the details, Nannan! This is just fantastic. You sooooo better blog this on BB. I say that in case your one of those guys that doesn't like to tute his own horn. (Phipson, not a word out of you...it's an expression!) So is all that rubble from the Pick-a-brick box you had in Chicago? Whatever the case, you put it to seriously good use! Brilliant MOC!!!
This is now my favorite MOC by you, easily Top 5 so far this year. The rubble is very good looking *nice mix of bley and grey*, the machine gun on top looks very makeshift, yet powerful, the communications device looks also very makeshift, but practical, and the terrain, and the eroded structure/base of the house tie it all in together. Amazing job!
uht...... umm... wow. I am impressed to the point of having no criticisms, other than perhaps a request for some close-ups of the various machines, greebles, the person, and the meteor. I like it enough to want to see more. Bravo, very nice!