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Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.	[WP] Write a New Apocalypse	Jake told me he found a spot outside of town where your shadow would disappear in broad day light. Naturally I had to call bullshit on it, so we made a plan to meet up on County Road 20 and head out there to see the claim for myself. Jake drove the kind of car junk yards turned down. A rickety Gallant with more cracked plastic fenders than a half-rate Queen cover band. County Road 20 was just on the edge of Hick-Nowhere-Town Texas. A ten minute walk across town from where I lived. Jake nonetheless drove like a bat out of hell, because apparently time was money. He was shouting at me through the open window before he'd even stopped. Long haired, unshaved beatnik--according to a customer he'd pissed off at the one grocery store in town. "Kar! Get in! You gotta--" "I know I know, I gotta check this out," I finished for him. If I had to hear one more time on how I just gotta check this out, I was going to... well, nothing, I guess. Jake was Jake, for better or for worse. "I still don't think I get what you're saying," I said, sliding into the car. Jake took off down the road, the strangled 4 cylinder giving all its worth. "What's there to get? Your fucking shadow disappears, alright? Plain as day," he said, grinding his teeth. I had to look sideways at that. It was a little intense--even for Jake's standard. He had a certain kind of Irish in him. Loud. Passionate. Over the top. But this was different. The guy was on edge, and I could tell he'd been drinking. Not that I was against it, but it was only two in the afternoon and he was laying heavy on the gas. "You know your shadow disappears if there's not enough light, right?" I offered. "Yeah, well, when is a light not a light?" I dropped it there, and wondered briefly if my friend had any schizo-effective qualities he was withholding. Despite my concern, we made good time in a decent manner, the only upset being a too sharp corner Jake had cut a little close, sliding the back end of the car a bit. It could have been on purpose for all I knew. What was on purpose was when Jake jerked the car off the road and through a gap in the fence--road be damned. I could see tire tracks where he'd been through before. "Jake, shit! What the fresh hell you doing?" "It's quicker." "How did you even find this place?" "It brought me here." This did bring me up short, in that same way when you realize you were brought into something with a different intention than the other. I thought this was a curiosity type thing. What was that one book, with the kids running off to go see the body? Something like that, but not nearly as romantic. Nothing was romantic these days. There was no build up. To much movement. Everything was too instant--cell phones and three car garages. But Jake's initiative was something weirder--darker even. As wild as he was, outright crazy was not a way to describe him. This began to click in my own head as he began driving the car through trees and brush. When the mirror on my side got ripped off my a jutting branch, I'd had enough. "Stop the fucking car, Jake. Now. Right goddamned now this isn't funny anymore." Logs and rocks kicked up into the floorboards beneath my feet. "Dude, you'll see. Just trust me and--" The engine revved. "Trust you? You're going faster, fucker." "Just trying--" "Stop the car! Now!" "Okay okay just... we're here anyways." The car bucked to a stop next to a washed out root system of some live oak tree, a stone's throw from a dried creek bed. And christ, the engine smoked. The windshield was cracked. And yet, Jake didn't seem to notice. "Do you see it?" I was, admittedly, too busy giving him the are you stupid look. I began to glance around, just to satisfy him. "No, I don't fucking see--" Except--I did. We were in it. When was a light not a light? I could see the sun. I could see one cloud, maybe a jet trail, fucking off miles away elsewhere in the sky, not giving us the rain we'd needed. There were only a few trees, but not enough to give the place a Sleepy Hollow feeling, which was exactly the kind of atmosphere it was. Heavy. Dead. What the fuck? The place was dark, but Jake was right--not a single shadow. Not under the trees. Not anywhere by the car. I looked up again at the sun--which looked more like a low watt bulb stuck in the corner of a warehouse. Like trying to light a black room with a black light. (to be continued...)	It all started in 2025 when the us government finally collapsed. China had finally "bought" america. But our government had planned for this many years before. When china finally went to claim there debt, america detonated their nukes. On there own land. The radiation cloud was roughly the size of half of north america and has been shifting around the earth, killing or horribly mutating anything underneath it. It got the Americas first before becoming a radiation hurricane and hitting Africa. The massive black cloud has left nothing in its wake except death and soon it will drift towards our little town and kill us too. This is something we've all come to accept here. We wish to believe were not the last ones out there. Maybe somebody out there survives this and my journal will become history. Maybe I'll just die like everyone else and be lost to the apocalypse. The only thing I know is soon I will be dead. Alexander whichfield June 15, 2037
Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.	[WP] Write a New Apocalypse	You never realize how much last words mean until you have absolutely no way of knowing when the end will come. That’s the worst part about all this, the suddenness of it all. I’ll be in the middle of a casual conversation with the nice old woman who runs the flower shop, or the balding man at the deli counter, and then I’ll be addressing the empty air as the bouquet of daisies or half-cut ham falls to the floor. Just like that, gone. The worst part of it all – aside from the fact that anyone I know could disappear at any moment – is the Sound. Picture a small child, cheeks filled with air, waiting for the unsuspecting parent to doze off. He creeps up, right up close, to their ear and releases the air in a concentrated little pop. That’s the sound people make when they go. It’s the sound I dread most now, more than the whine of a police siren or the cry of a newborn baby. I’d rather hear the immense metallic racket of a car crash than that ghastly little pop, but I fear the time for accidents has long since passed. There’s simply no one left to have them. I walk the streets aimlessly, hoping against hope that I’ll round the corner and stumble across a familiar face. I turn on the television, but every channel’s static. At least it’s a reminder that there used to be life, just as each little pop is the announcement of someone’s death. Wherever I go, the Sound cuts through the silence. And now it’s just me, left to carry the torch of humanity for as long as I’m able. I wonder if I’ll hear my own little pop when I go.	It all started in 2025 when the us government finally collapsed. China had finally "bought" america. But our government had planned for this many years before. When china finally went to claim there debt, america detonated their nukes. On there own land. The radiation cloud was roughly the size of half of north america and has been shifting around the earth, killing or horribly mutating anything underneath it. It got the Americas first before becoming a radiation hurricane and hitting Africa. The massive black cloud has left nothing in its wake except death and soon it will drift towards our little town and kill us too. This is something we've all come to accept here. We wish to believe were not the last ones out there. Maybe somebody out there survives this and my journal will become history. Maybe I'll just die like everyone else and be lost to the apocalypse. The only thing I know is soon I will be dead. Alexander whichfield June 15, 2037
Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.	[WP] Write a New Apocalypse	We Will Be As Gods.. That's what the slogan was all those years ago. Well no, that wasn't the original slogan. It was, as I recall “BE WELL. BE DIVINE. DRINK AMBROSIA” or some shit. Some Pharma big wig thought it was a brilliant idea to develop a cure-all nano therapy. Stay with me now. For the same price as a dozen super sport cars, billions of tiny little machine buggers scraped out all the shit that your rich as fuck decadent lifestyle put in your system. Almost overnight you were a brand new person. All that was you was replaced with a better version of you. Sounds great right? Fuck, I'm dying of ass cancer, here's the GDP of a small country, make me better doc! Then BAM, right as rain, that same 60 year old bastard, is not only back to eating , drinking, or fucking whatever he wants, he also now looks like some god damned mid twenties rock star version of himself. Let me tell you this, if you thought the #Occupy shit that went down at the beginning of the 21st century was a big to do, it was dwarfed by the shit fit that went down when the Neo-hippies got wind of this procedure. You're rich as fuck and you get a reset button on your life every 20 to 30 years? Fuck. That. You see, I'm all for shit being as fair as possible. Everyone deserves an even playing field. Except now these bastards are literally up,up,down,down,left,right,left,righting the game of life. SO it did not surprise me one bit that someone hacked the code. Hey, stay awake. Some of us that remember believe it had to be an inside job. Some nut-job trans-humanist terrorist group got to one of the lab techs family or something made him do something to the OS and smuggled it out of the lab. No one really knows, how it happened or exactly when, but I think it was in the fall or so when it got me. Like a marquee a simple message scrolled across my vision, red letters, WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... Well 520 years 4 months and 4 days later,,,, lets just say, people didn't get along that much back before the event and much less so when the planet was populated by nearly 8 billion nearly immortal super men and women. There's a lot less of us now, maybe a handful on this blasted continent. Gonna be one more less here in just a few. You see my friend, one of things we learned pretty early is those little machines won't shut off. You shoot someone in the head, chop off a hand, or perpetrate any other kind of mayhem to your fellow man, it gets fixed. However, you take that hand you just chopped of and eat it, well you just added some food and a million more tiny little buddies to your gut. So here we are at last. You. Me. Your open skull and quickly repairing brain matter. My well used knife and fork. Your chair and chains. Me rambling on telling you this story for what, the 100th time, and your incredibly annoying screams and horrible brain damage induced amnesia. Bon Appetit	It all started in 2025 when the us government finally collapsed. China had finally "bought" america. But our government had planned for this many years before. When china finally went to claim there debt, america detonated their nukes. On there own land. The radiation cloud was roughly the size of half of north america and has been shifting around the earth, killing or horribly mutating anything underneath it. It got the Americas first before becoming a radiation hurricane and hitting Africa. The massive black cloud has left nothing in its wake except death and soon it will drift towards our little town and kill us too. This is something we've all come to accept here. We wish to believe were not the last ones out there. Maybe somebody out there survives this and my journal will become history. Maybe I'll just die like everyone else and be lost to the apocalypse. The only thing I know is soon I will be dead. Alexander whichfield June 15, 2037
Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.	[WP] Write a New Apocalypse	A new disease broke out, something worse than deadly but the full repercussions weren't understood. The dead began to rise like something out of an old sci-fi movie, shuffling along and rotting as they went on by. What happened next though was something we'd never thought could happen. All manner of animal and beast began feesting off of the walking buffets of meat. Birds would eat away at the head and brain, scavengers like rats would nipple away at the feet and the larger animals would feast gladly on a walking corpse or two. We felt as if we'd dodged one of science fictions biggest clichés when we realized that the animals had become more brave and the affect of the diseased flesh took them into berserk rages. The problem wasn't our own but the animals themselves, all of a sudden nature had turned around and started fighting back against all we'd made and manipulated to our own ends. Packs of animals would roam the re-abandoned cities, different species making unlikely alliances where birds would track and wolfs attack. We were left to be hunted, not survive like with walking dead, our food had become our predator and we it's prey. It seems fate is not without a sense of irony.	A potato and tomato were hurdling through space for thousands of years absorbing cosmic radiation. Eventually they crossed the Earth's orbit and came streaking down to strike the U.S. The potato crashed into a wicker furniture store and the cosmic radiation combined with the O2 in the air caused the potato to become self aware and give it the ability to animate wicker furniture. The potato, now calling itself General Spuds, begins raising an army of wicker furniture to lay waste to the Earth. However, the tomato crashed into a giant, hippie co-op farm. It became self aware, too. It called itself Bob the Spiritual tomato in the garden of love and Bob also has the ability to animate vegetables. Bob begins to raise an army of cabbage, carrots, onions, and all other sorts of veggies to combat General Spuds army. Each time the two side engage in combat, cosmic radiation spits out and generates new life forms by combining random things in the area. Soon, the Earth is overrun by things like dyslexic tree goats, bisexual meatball soups, and violent booger slugs. Then, after one battle a squad of lethal wicker papasan chairs were hit with the cosmic radiation right next to a circus and a gender reassignment clinic. A whole new race of albino wicker midget shemales came to power and enslaved the remaining humans; forcing them to be portable toilet paper for General Spud. Humanity was lost.
Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.	[WP] Write a New Apocalypse	Jake told me he found a spot outside of town where your shadow would disappear in broad day light. Naturally I had to call bullshit on it, so we made a plan to meet up on County Road 20 and head out there to see the claim for myself. Jake drove the kind of car junk yards turned down. A rickety Gallant with more cracked plastic fenders than a half-rate Queen cover band. County Road 20 was just on the edge of Hick-Nowhere-Town Texas. A ten minute walk across town from where I lived. Jake nonetheless drove like a bat out of hell, because apparently time was money. He was shouting at me through the open window before he'd even stopped. Long haired, unshaved beatnik--according to a customer he'd pissed off at the one grocery store in town. "Kar! Get in! You gotta--" "I know I know, I gotta check this out," I finished for him. If I had to hear one more time on how I just gotta check this out, I was going to... well, nothing, I guess. Jake was Jake, for better or for worse. "I still don't think I get what you're saying," I said, sliding into the car. Jake took off down the road, the strangled 4 cylinder giving all its worth. "What's there to get? Your fucking shadow disappears, alright? Plain as day," he said, grinding his teeth. I had to look sideways at that. It was a little intense--even for Jake's standard. He had a certain kind of Irish in him. Loud. Passionate. Over the top. But this was different. The guy was on edge, and I could tell he'd been drinking. Not that I was against it, but it was only two in the afternoon and he was laying heavy on the gas. "You know your shadow disappears if there's not enough light, right?" I offered. "Yeah, well, when is a light not a light?" I dropped it there, and wondered briefly if my friend had any schizo-effective qualities he was withholding. Despite my concern, we made good time in a decent manner, the only upset being a too sharp corner Jake had cut a little close, sliding the back end of the car a bit. It could have been on purpose for all I knew. What was on purpose was when Jake jerked the car off the road and through a gap in the fence--road be damned. I could see tire tracks where he'd been through before. "Jake, shit! What the fresh hell you doing?" "It's quicker." "How did you even find this place?" "It brought me here." This did bring me up short, in that same way when you realize you were brought into something with a different intention than the other. I thought this was a curiosity type thing. What was that one book, with the kids running off to go see the body? Something like that, but not nearly as romantic. Nothing was romantic these days. There was no build up. To much movement. Everything was too instant--cell phones and three car garages. But Jake's initiative was something weirder--darker even. As wild as he was, outright crazy was not a way to describe him. This began to click in my own head as he began driving the car through trees and brush. When the mirror on my side got ripped off my a jutting branch, I'd had enough. "Stop the fucking car, Jake. Now. Right goddamned now this isn't funny anymore." Logs and rocks kicked up into the floorboards beneath my feet. "Dude, you'll see. Just trust me and--" The engine revved. "Trust you? You're going faster, fucker." "Just trying--" "Stop the car! Now!" "Okay okay just... we're here anyways." The car bucked to a stop next to a washed out root system of some live oak tree, a stone's throw from a dried creek bed. And christ, the engine smoked. The windshield was cracked. And yet, Jake didn't seem to notice. "Do you see it?" I was, admittedly, too busy giving him the are you stupid look. I began to glance around, just to satisfy him. "No, I don't fucking see--" Except--I did. We were in it. When was a light not a light? I could see the sun. I could see one cloud, maybe a jet trail, fucking off miles away elsewhere in the sky, not giving us the rain we'd needed. There were only a few trees, but not enough to give the place a Sleepy Hollow feeling, which was exactly the kind of atmosphere it was. Heavy. Dead. What the fuck? The place was dark, but Jake was right--not a single shadow. Not under the trees. Not anywhere by the car. I looked up again at the sun--which looked more like a low watt bulb stuck in the corner of a warehouse. Like trying to light a black room with a black light. (to be continued...)	A potato and tomato were hurdling through space for thousands of years absorbing cosmic radiation. Eventually they crossed the Earth's orbit and came streaking down to strike the U.S. The potato crashed into a wicker furniture store and the cosmic radiation combined with the O2 in the air caused the potato to become self aware and give it the ability to animate wicker furniture. The potato, now calling itself General Spuds, begins raising an army of wicker furniture to lay waste to the Earth. However, the tomato crashed into a giant, hippie co-op farm. It became self aware, too. It called itself Bob the Spiritual tomato in the garden of love and Bob also has the ability to animate vegetables. Bob begins to raise an army of cabbage, carrots, onions, and all other sorts of veggies to combat General Spuds army. Each time the two side engage in combat, cosmic radiation spits out and generates new life forms by combining random things in the area. Soon, the Earth is overrun by things like dyslexic tree goats, bisexual meatball soups, and violent booger slugs. Then, after one battle a squad of lethal wicker papasan chairs were hit with the cosmic radiation right next to a circus and a gender reassignment clinic. A whole new race of albino wicker midget shemales came to power and enslaved the remaining humans; forcing them to be portable toilet paper for General Spud. Humanity was lost.
Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.	[WP] Write a New Apocalypse	We Will Be As Gods.. That's what the slogan was all those years ago. Well no, that wasn't the original slogan. It was, as I recall “BE WELL. BE DIVINE. DRINK AMBROSIA” or some shit. Some Pharma big wig thought it was a brilliant idea to develop a cure-all nano therapy. Stay with me now. For the same price as a dozen super sport cars, billions of tiny little machine buggers scraped out all the shit that your rich as fuck decadent lifestyle put in your system. Almost overnight you were a brand new person. All that was you was replaced with a better version of you. Sounds great right? Fuck, I'm dying of ass cancer, here's the GDP of a small country, make me better doc! Then BAM, right as rain, that same 60 year old bastard, is not only back to eating , drinking, or fucking whatever he wants, he also now looks like some god damned mid twenties rock star version of himself. Let me tell you this, if you thought the #Occupy shit that went down at the beginning of the 21st century was a big to do, it was dwarfed by the shit fit that went down when the Neo-hippies got wind of this procedure. You're rich as fuck and you get a reset button on your life every 20 to 30 years? Fuck. That. You see, I'm all for shit being as fair as possible. Everyone deserves an even playing field. Except now these bastards are literally up,up,down,down,left,right,left,righting the game of life. SO it did not surprise me one bit that someone hacked the code. Hey, stay awake. Some of us that remember believe it had to be an inside job. Some nut-job trans-humanist terrorist group got to one of the lab techs family or something made him do something to the OS and smuggled it out of the lab. No one really knows, how it happened or exactly when, but I think it was in the fall or so when it got me. Like a marquee a simple message scrolled across my vision, red letters, WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... Well 520 years 4 months and 4 days later,,,, lets just say, people didn't get along that much back before the event and much less so when the planet was populated by nearly 8 billion nearly immortal super men and women. There's a lot less of us now, maybe a handful on this blasted continent. Gonna be one more less here in just a few. You see my friend, one of things we learned pretty early is those little machines won't shut off. You shoot someone in the head, chop off a hand, or perpetrate any other kind of mayhem to your fellow man, it gets fixed. However, you take that hand you just chopped of and eat it, well you just added some food and a million more tiny little buddies to your gut. So here we are at last. You. Me. Your open skull and quickly repairing brain matter. My well used knife and fork. Your chair and chains. Me rambling on telling you this story for what, the 100th time, and your incredibly annoying screams and horrible brain damage induced amnesia. Bon Appetit	A potato and tomato were hurdling through space for thousands of years absorbing cosmic radiation. Eventually they crossed the Earth's orbit and came streaking down to strike the U.S. The potato crashed into a wicker furniture store and the cosmic radiation combined with the O2 in the air caused the potato to become self aware and give it the ability to animate wicker furniture. The potato, now calling itself General Spuds, begins raising an army of wicker furniture to lay waste to the Earth. However, the tomato crashed into a giant, hippie co-op farm. It became self aware, too. It called itself Bob the Spiritual tomato in the garden of love and Bob also has the ability to animate vegetables. Bob begins to raise an army of cabbage, carrots, onions, and all other sorts of veggies to combat General Spuds army. Each time the two side engage in combat, cosmic radiation spits out and generates new life forms by combining random things in the area. Soon, the Earth is overrun by things like dyslexic tree goats, bisexual meatball soups, and violent booger slugs. Then, after one battle a squad of lethal wicker papasan chairs were hit with the cosmic radiation right next to a circus and a gender reassignment clinic. A whole new race of albino wicker midget shemales came to power and enslaved the remaining humans; forcing them to be portable toilet paper for General Spud. Humanity was lost.
Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.	[WP] Write a New Apocalypse	Jake told me he found a spot outside of town where your shadow would disappear in broad day light. Naturally I had to call bullshit on it, so we made a plan to meet up on County Road 20 and head out there to see the claim for myself. Jake drove the kind of car junk yards turned down. A rickety Gallant with more cracked plastic fenders than a half-rate Queen cover band. County Road 20 was just on the edge of Hick-Nowhere-Town Texas. A ten minute walk across town from where I lived. Jake nonetheless drove like a bat out of hell, because apparently time was money. He was shouting at me through the open window before he'd even stopped. Long haired, unshaved beatnik--according to a customer he'd pissed off at the one grocery store in town. "Kar! Get in! You gotta--" "I know I know, I gotta check this out," I finished for him. If I had to hear one more time on how I just gotta check this out, I was going to... well, nothing, I guess. Jake was Jake, for better or for worse. "I still don't think I get what you're saying," I said, sliding into the car. Jake took off down the road, the strangled 4 cylinder giving all its worth. "What's there to get? Your fucking shadow disappears, alright? Plain as day," he said, grinding his teeth. I had to look sideways at that. It was a little intense--even for Jake's standard. He had a certain kind of Irish in him. Loud. Passionate. Over the top. But this was different. The guy was on edge, and I could tell he'd been drinking. Not that I was against it, but it was only two in the afternoon and he was laying heavy on the gas. "You know your shadow disappears if there's not enough light, right?" I offered. "Yeah, well, when is a light not a light?" I dropped it there, and wondered briefly if my friend had any schizo-effective qualities he was withholding. Despite my concern, we made good time in a decent manner, the only upset being a too sharp corner Jake had cut a little close, sliding the back end of the car a bit. It could have been on purpose for all I knew. What was on purpose was when Jake jerked the car off the road and through a gap in the fence--road be damned. I could see tire tracks where he'd been through before. "Jake, shit! What the fresh hell you doing?" "It's quicker." "How did you even find this place?" "It brought me here." This did bring me up short, in that same way when you realize you were brought into something with a different intention than the other. I thought this was a curiosity type thing. What was that one book, with the kids running off to go see the body? Something like that, but not nearly as romantic. Nothing was romantic these days. There was no build up. To much movement. Everything was too instant--cell phones and three car garages. But Jake's initiative was something weirder--darker even. As wild as he was, outright crazy was not a way to describe him. This began to click in my own head as he began driving the car through trees and brush. When the mirror on my side got ripped off my a jutting branch, I'd had enough. "Stop the fucking car, Jake. Now. Right goddamned now this isn't funny anymore." Logs and rocks kicked up into the floorboards beneath my feet. "Dude, you'll see. Just trust me and--" The engine revved. "Trust you? You're going faster, fucker." "Just trying--" "Stop the car! Now!" "Okay okay just... we're here anyways." The car bucked to a stop next to a washed out root system of some live oak tree, a stone's throw from a dried creek bed. And christ, the engine smoked. The windshield was cracked. And yet, Jake didn't seem to notice. "Do you see it?" I was, admittedly, too busy giving him the are you stupid look. I began to glance around, just to satisfy him. "No, I don't fucking see--" Except--I did. We were in it. When was a light not a light? I could see the sun. I could see one cloud, maybe a jet trail, fucking off miles away elsewhere in the sky, not giving us the rain we'd needed. There were only a few trees, but not enough to give the place a Sleepy Hollow feeling, which was exactly the kind of atmosphere it was. Heavy. Dead. What the fuck? The place was dark, but Jake was right--not a single shadow. Not under the trees. Not anywhere by the car. I looked up again at the sun--which looked more like a low watt bulb stuck in the corner of a warehouse. Like trying to light a black room with a black light. (to be continued...)	'Today has been a shitty day,' I thought to myself. 'Well, at least I am home,' I brighten. My entire day has been a constant turn of problems. My pay was decreased by three percent, I didn't finish a quarter of my work, and my heart has been acting up with its constant heartburn. Well, there is still the TV. Maybe, I can relax. Once I flicked on the TV, the New's Reported blurted out the words: "There has been at least two-hundred, thirty-one reported from New York." Seconds pass as I process the information. "Records are being broke far and wide." Trying to figure out what they are talking about, I take off my tie and loosen my belt to relax while my eyes are plastered to the TV. The graphics show two scientists clothed with large, body-covering suits coming in. Within brief seconds, they take out weird-looking rifles and point them toward the women. Boom. Bang. Bung. Boom. Shots go off as the New's Reporter falls to the ground. A walkie-talkie comes out from the suit pocket. "Target A-73-GX has been eliminated. Do I have permission to take out the rest of the crew?" Then, a "Yes." comes out from the other end, and, quickly, as bullets go off again, I flick off the TV. 'Wow,' I think to myself as I walk to the bathroom. I reach up to the cabinet, shaking as I reach. 'Ah. Pills.', I think to myself. Taking them down, I think over what will be done. I decide to run the water. Dropping down into the bath, I take a handfull of the pills. I swallow.
Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.	[WP] Write a New Apocalypse	We Will Be As Gods.. That's what the slogan was all those years ago. Well no, that wasn't the original slogan. It was, as I recall “BE WELL. BE DIVINE. DRINK AMBROSIA” or some shit. Some Pharma big wig thought it was a brilliant idea to develop a cure-all nano therapy. Stay with me now. For the same price as a dozen super sport cars, billions of tiny little machine buggers scraped out all the shit that your rich as fuck decadent lifestyle put in your system. Almost overnight you were a brand new person. All that was you was replaced with a better version of you. Sounds great right? Fuck, I'm dying of ass cancer, here's the GDP of a small country, make me better doc! Then BAM, right as rain, that same 60 year old bastard, is not only back to eating , drinking, or fucking whatever he wants, he also now looks like some god damned mid twenties rock star version of himself. Let me tell you this, if you thought the #Occupy shit that went down at the beginning of the 21st century was a big to do, it was dwarfed by the shit fit that went down when the Neo-hippies got wind of this procedure. You're rich as fuck and you get a reset button on your life every 20 to 30 years? Fuck. That. You see, I'm all for shit being as fair as possible. Everyone deserves an even playing field. Except now these bastards are literally up,up,down,down,left,right,left,righting the game of life. SO it did not surprise me one bit that someone hacked the code. Hey, stay awake. Some of us that remember believe it had to be an inside job. Some nut-job trans-humanist terrorist group got to one of the lab techs family or something made him do something to the OS and smuggled it out of the lab. No one really knows, how it happened or exactly when, but I think it was in the fall or so when it got me. Like a marquee a simple message scrolled across my vision, red letters, WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... Well 520 years 4 months and 4 days later,,,, lets just say, people didn't get along that much back before the event and much less so when the planet was populated by nearly 8 billion nearly immortal super men and women. There's a lot less of us now, maybe a handful on this blasted continent. Gonna be one more less here in just a few. You see my friend, one of things we learned pretty early is those little machines won't shut off. You shoot someone in the head, chop off a hand, or perpetrate any other kind of mayhem to your fellow man, it gets fixed. However, you take that hand you just chopped of and eat it, well you just added some food and a million more tiny little buddies to your gut. So here we are at last. You. Me. Your open skull and quickly repairing brain matter. My well used knife and fork. Your chair and chains. Me rambling on telling you this story for what, the 100th time, and your incredibly annoying screams and horrible brain damage induced amnesia. Bon Appetit	'Today has been a shitty day,' I thought to myself. 'Well, at least I am home,' I brighten. My entire day has been a constant turn of problems. My pay was decreased by three percent, I didn't finish a quarter of my work, and my heart has been acting up with its constant heartburn. Well, there is still the TV. Maybe, I can relax. Once I flicked on the TV, the New's Reported blurted out the words: "There has been at least two-hundred, thirty-one reported from New York." Seconds pass as I process the information. "Records are being broke far and wide." Trying to figure out what they are talking about, I take off my tie and loosen my belt to relax while my eyes are plastered to the TV. The graphics show two scientists clothed with large, body-covering suits coming in. Within brief seconds, they take out weird-looking rifles and point them toward the women. Boom. Bang. Bung. Boom. Shots go off as the New's Reporter falls to the ground. A walkie-talkie comes out from the suit pocket. "Target A-73-GX has been eliminated. Do I have permission to take out the rest of the crew?" Then, a "Yes." comes out from the other end, and, quickly, as bullets go off again, I flick off the TV. 'Wow,' I think to myself as I walk to the bathroom. I reach up to the cabinet, shaking as I reach. 'Ah. Pills.', I think to myself. Taking them down, I think over what will be done. I decide to run the water. Dropping down into the bath, I take a handfull of the pills. I swallow.
Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.	[WP] Write a New Apocalypse	We Will Be As Gods.. That's what the slogan was all those years ago. Well no, that wasn't the original slogan. It was, as I recall “BE WELL. BE DIVINE. DRINK AMBROSIA” or some shit. Some Pharma big wig thought it was a brilliant idea to develop a cure-all nano therapy. Stay with me now. For the same price as a dozen super sport cars, billions of tiny little machine buggers scraped out all the shit that your rich as fuck decadent lifestyle put in your system. Almost overnight you were a brand new person. All that was you was replaced with a better version of you. Sounds great right? Fuck, I'm dying of ass cancer, here's the GDP of a small country, make me better doc! Then BAM, right as rain, that same 60 year old bastard, is not only back to eating , drinking, or fucking whatever he wants, he also now looks like some god damned mid twenties rock star version of himself. Let me tell you this, if you thought the #Occupy shit that went down at the beginning of the 21st century was a big to do, it was dwarfed by the shit fit that went down when the Neo-hippies got wind of this procedure. You're rich as fuck and you get a reset button on your life every 20 to 30 years? Fuck. That. You see, I'm all for shit being as fair as possible. Everyone deserves an even playing field. Except now these bastards are literally up,up,down,down,left,right,left,righting the game of life. SO it did not surprise me one bit that someone hacked the code. Hey, stay awake. Some of us that remember believe it had to be an inside job. Some nut-job trans-humanist terrorist group got to one of the lab techs family or something made him do something to the OS and smuggled it out of the lab. No one really knows, how it happened or exactly when, but I think it was in the fall or so when it got me. Like a marquee a simple message scrolled across my vision, red letters, WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... Well 520 years 4 months and 4 days later,,,, lets just say, people didn't get along that much back before the event and much less so when the planet was populated by nearly 8 billion nearly immortal super men and women. There's a lot less of us now, maybe a handful on this blasted continent. Gonna be one more less here in just a few. You see my friend, one of things we learned pretty early is those little machines won't shut off. You shoot someone in the head, chop off a hand, or perpetrate any other kind of mayhem to your fellow man, it gets fixed. However, you take that hand you just chopped of and eat it, well you just added some food and a million more tiny little buddies to your gut. So here we are at last. You. Me. Your open skull and quickly repairing brain matter. My well used knife and fork. Your chair and chains. Me rambling on telling you this story for what, the 100th time, and your incredibly annoying screams and horrible brain damage induced amnesia. Bon Appetit	A new disease broke out, something worse than deadly but the full repercussions weren't understood. The dead began to rise like something out of an old sci-fi movie, shuffling along and rotting as they went on by. What happened next though was something we'd never thought could happen. All manner of animal and beast began feesting off of the walking buffets of meat. Birds would eat away at the head and brain, scavengers like rats would nipple away at the feet and the larger animals would feast gladly on a walking corpse or two. We felt as if we'd dodged one of science fictions biggest clichés when we realized that the animals had become more brave and the affect of the diseased flesh took them into berserk rages. The problem wasn't our own but the animals themselves, all of a sudden nature had turned around and started fighting back against all we'd made and manipulated to our own ends. Packs of animals would roam the re-abandoned cities, different species making unlikely alliances where birds would track and wolfs attack. We were left to be hunted, not survive like with walking dead, our food had become our predator and we it's prey. It seems fate is not without a sense of irony.
Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.	[WP] Write a New Apocalypse	Ashes to Ashes The year is 2050 and the world has been decimated. All that is left of what used to be is ashes and charred debris. Approximately 10 years ago it became apparent that our world was becoming too polluted. There were more and more cases of cities becoming too polluted just like Shanghai, which had been evacuated 2 years earlier. The corporations assured us though that no harm would come to our planet. They told us how they were developing machines that would take all the bad stuff in the air and purify it. I was only 9 years old at the time when they announced the machines but even then I knew that they would not work. We lived in what was left of the countryside after the Corporation Expansion of 2030 got rid of the wildlife and replaced it with factories that manufactured goods that only the rich could afford. Even as I sit here in the remains of an old factory I still remember our house. We had hardwood floors, walls that had bright baby blue wallpaper, and chairs that our father had only just bought because of his meager pay. All of it would be gone soon within a meager 6 days. I remember exactly when the apocalypse started. The C.E.O of MegaCorp was broadcasting the test footage of one of the “life saving” machines. The machine was over 500 feet tall and emitted bright lights. He told us about how there were tests all around the country as well that would determine how to maximize our efforts. Everyone watched in hope as he pressed the button to activate it. Within seconds of pressing the button these fans opened up on the sides of the machines and sucked the pollution in. It was truly working!!! Then the worst happened. There was malfunction and the machines spit it all back out and added a little twist to it. There was an ignition. The pollution filled the air and ignited. Napalm was nothing compared to this. For the few seconds before the TV shut off all you saw was people being disintegrated by the flames. We ran for our basement just as the flames reached our house. My mother and I were the only ones who were able to reach it. I only take solace in the fact that my sister and father perished without any pain. We waited about 2 weeks before we went to the surface. What we found was just ashes. All that was left of our world……was ashes.	The world had turned to stone in less than a year. There wasn't any place you could go without them watching you, their shaped in agony and pain. Nobody can really describe what it feels like to be turned because nobody has ever turned back. We pretend that they're still alive, that maybe beneath all that stone their hearts are still beating, just waiting to be freed. Daphne is scared of them, I see it in her eyes whenever she looks at them. She wants to believe that they're alive, but she knows its a false hope. I don't know what to tell her. Every night before I go to sleep, I kiss her. I kiss her to let her know she isn't alone in this world, that it will all get better. But I know it won't. All I can muster is a few words, "I love you, Daphne." I figure that there is fifty statues for every one person. We don't know how it spreads, but we know it spreads quickly. The skin turns to stone and hardens and they freeze in place, fully conscious of their body hardening. Their organs slowly stop and harden, and the screaming begins. I had a kidney stone once when I was in my twenties. I figure that's what it feels like. Like your body is trying to force out one large kidney stone. "Daphne," I say in a hoarse voice. My tongue tasted like gravel and dirt. I reach up and touch her hand, cold in my own. "Daphne, I won't leave you." I say. Her hands are extended forward, as if she was grasping at something. I remember the day, the day she turned. She was reaching for me, tears in her eyes. She was on her knees, screaming out in pain. I ran to her but she was gone by the time I reached her. My wife had turned to stone before my very eyes.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	you're my son?	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Forever broken mind	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	You have failed.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	I'm always alone	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	I let go.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	See you never.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	I'm so sorry.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	You will die.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Forever ended today.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Wish I tried.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	I died once.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Let...me...go....	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	"Ever again?" "Nevermore" Shameless Poe reference.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	We can't escape.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Doctor Who cancelled...	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Don't wake up	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	We lost Boston...	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	It is...terminal.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	I still wait.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	I should've tried. Aka my life story.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Anderson Silva's leg.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Never said goodbye...	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	yeah, that's her.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	C-section canceled, unneeded	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Married, yet alone.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Wrong kid died	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	They targeted children	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	What are parents?	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Not this time.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Mother never loved.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Nothing ever helps	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	She's gone... Sorry...	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	"Stillborn", doctor said.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Too late now.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Publicly pooped myself.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	There's someone else.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	The chair tipped.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	I expected failure.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Ive given up.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	I love you.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	She never did.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Dead on arrival.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	It didn't work.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Only silence reminded	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	His pants unzipped.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Pull the plug	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	She broke me.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Where is everyone?	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	He wept. Alone.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	"Dad... Dad...? Dad...!"	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	SGT. Turner (Deceased)	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Forget your dreams.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	She kissed him.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	"Ted's dead, Bill."	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	- HIDE! ... they're coming	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Sorry, I lied.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	No more tacos.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	"Grandma, please die."	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	unused crib: cheap	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Ambulance too slow.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	It could've been.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Want a mint?	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Ow my balls!	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Please don't leave...	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	What's friendship like?	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Please, kill me...	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Mars - Earth's future.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	No, not anymore	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	There's no "us".	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	The towers fell.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	There were... complications.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Drinking again, dad?	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Let's forget, together.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Farewell, my love.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Please wake up.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Going in dry.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Unworn baby shoes. Edit: Credit to Hemmingway for the inspiration. Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/For_sale:_baby_shoes,_never_worn	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Couldn't save them.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	"Cancer," he sighed.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	You never mattered.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	I fucked ted	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	"Deceased, age seven." True story. Broke me. "Pray to forget." in a similar vein.	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Never told her	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Timmy, breathe... please...	Died too young.
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	you're my son?	Happy bunny dies! D:
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	Forever broken mind	Happy bunny dies! D:
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	You have failed.	Happy bunny dies! D:
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	I'm always alone	Happy bunny dies! D:
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	I let go.	Happy bunny dies! D:
	[FF] Write an emotionally devastating three word story.	See you never.	Happy bunny dies! D:

Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.

[WP] Write a New Apocalypse

Jake told me he found a spot outside of town where your shadow would disappear in broad day light. Naturally I had to call bullshit on it, so we made a plan to meet up on County Road 20 and head out there to see the claim for myself. Jake drove the kind of car junk yards turned down. A rickety Gallant with more cracked plastic fenders than a half-rate Queen cover band. County Road 20 was just on the edge of Hick-Nowhere-Town Texas. A ten minute walk across town from where I lived. Jake nonetheless drove like a bat out of hell, because apparently time was money. He was shouting at me through the open window before he'd even stopped. Long haired, unshaved beatnik--according to a customer he'd pissed off at the one grocery store in town. "Kar! Get in! You gotta--" "I know I know, I gotta check this out," I finished for him. If I had to hear *one* more time on how I just *gotta* check this out, I was going to... well, nothing, I guess. Jake was Jake, for better or for worse. "I still don't think I get what you're saying," I said, sliding into the car. Jake took off down the road, the strangled 4 cylinder giving all its worth. "What's there to get? *Your* *fucking* *shadow* *disappears*, alright? Plain as day," he said, grinding his teeth. I had to look sideways at that. It was a little intense--even for Jake's standard. He had a certain kind of Irish in him. Loud. Passionate. Over the top. But this was different. The guy was on edge, and I could tell he'd been drinking. Not that I was against it, but it was only two in the afternoon and he was laying heavy on the gas. "You know your shadow disappears if there's not enough light, right?" I offered. "Yeah, well, when is a light not a light?" I dropped it there, and wondered briefly if my friend had any schizo-effective qualities he was withholding. Despite my concern, we made good time in a decent manner, the only upset being a too sharp corner Jake had cut a little close, sliding the back end of the car a bit. It could have been on purpose for all I knew. What was on purpose was when Jake jerked the car off the road and through a gap in the fence--road be damned. I could see tire tracks where he'd been through before. "Jake, shit! What the fresh hell you doing?" "It's quicker." "How did you even find this place?" "It brought me here." This did bring me up short, in that same way when you realize you were brought into something with a different intention than the other. I thought this was a curiosity type thing. What was that one book, with the kids running off to go see the body? Something like that, but not nearly as romantic. Nothing was romantic these days. There was no build up. To much movement. Everything was too instant--cell phones and three car garages. But Jake's initiative was something weirder--darker even. As wild as he was, outright *crazy* was not a way to describe him. This began to click in my own head as he began driving the car through trees and brush. When the mirror on my side got ripped off my a jutting branch, I'd had enough. "Stop the fucking car, Jake. Now. Right goddamned now this isn't funny anymore." Logs and rocks kicked up into the floorboards beneath my feet. "Dude, you'll see. Just trust me and--" The engine revved. "Trust you? You're going faster, fucker." "Just trying--" "Stop the car! Now!" "Okay okay just... we're here anyways." The car bucked to a stop next to a washed out root system of some live oak tree, a stone's throw from a dried creek bed. And christ, the engine smoked. The windshield was cracked. And yet, Jake didn't seem to notice. "Do you see it?" I was, admittedly, too busy giving him the *are* *you* *stupid* look. I began to glance around, just to satisfy him. "No, I don't fucking see--" Except--I did. We were in it. When was a light not a light? I could see the sun. I could see one cloud, maybe a jet trail, fucking off miles away elsewhere in the sky, not giving us the rain we'd needed. There were only a few trees, but not enough to give the place a Sleepy Hollow feeling, which was exactly the kind of atmosphere it was. Heavy. Dead. What the fuck? The place was dark, but Jake was right--not a single shadow. Not under the trees. Not anywhere by the car. I looked up again at the sun--which looked more like a low watt bulb stuck in the corner of a warehouse. Like trying to light a black room with a black light. (to be continued...)

It all started in 2025 when the us government finally collapsed. China had finally "bought" america. But our government had planned for this many years before. When china finally went to claim there debt, america detonated their nukes. On there own land. The radiation cloud was roughly the size of half of north america and has been shifting around the earth, killing or horribly mutating anything underneath it. It got the Americas first before becoming a radiation hurricane and hitting Africa. The massive black cloud has left nothing in its wake except death and soon it will drift towards our little town and kill us too. This is something we've all come to accept here. We wish to believe were not the last ones out there. Maybe somebody out there survives this and my journal will become history. Maybe I'll just die like everyone else and be lost to the apocalypse. The only thing I know is soon I will be dead. Alexander whichfield June 15, 2037

Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.

[WP] Write a New Apocalypse

You never realize how much last words mean until you have absolutely no way of knowing when the end will come. That’s the worst part about all this, the suddenness of it all. I’ll be in the middle of a casual conversation with the nice old woman who runs the flower shop, or the balding man at the deli counter, and then I’ll be addressing the empty air as the bouquet of daisies or half-cut ham falls to the floor. Just like that, gone. The worst part of it all – aside from the fact that anyone I know could disappear at any moment – is the Sound. Picture a small child, cheeks filled with air, waiting for the unsuspecting parent to doze off. He creeps up, right up close, to their ear and releases the air in a concentrated little *pop*. That’s the sound people make when they go. It’s the sound I dread most now, more than the whine of a police siren or the cry of a newborn baby. I’d rather hear the immense metallic racket of a car crash than that ghastly little *pop*, but I fear the time for accidents has long since passed. There’s simply no one left to have them. I walk the streets aimlessly, hoping against hope that I’ll round the corner and stumble across a familiar face. I turn on the television, but every channel’s static. At least it’s a reminder that there used to be life, just as each little *pop* is the announcement of someone’s death. Wherever I go, the Sound cuts through the silence. And now it’s just me, left to carry the torch of humanity for as long as I’m able. I wonder if I’ll hear my own little *pop* when I go.

It all started in 2025 when the us government finally collapsed. China had finally "bought" america. But our government had planned for this many years before. When china finally went to claim there debt, america detonated their nukes. On there own land. The radiation cloud was roughly the size of half of north america and has been shifting around the earth, killing or horribly mutating anything underneath it. It got the Americas first before becoming a radiation hurricane and hitting Africa. The massive black cloud has left nothing in its wake except death and soon it will drift towards our little town and kill us too. This is something we've all come to accept here. We wish to believe were not the last ones out there. Maybe somebody out there survives this and my journal will become history. Maybe I'll just die like everyone else and be lost to the apocalypse. The only thing I know is soon I will be dead. Alexander whichfield June 15, 2037

Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.

[WP] Write a New Apocalypse

We Will Be As Gods.. That's what the slogan was all those years ago. Well no, that wasn't the original slogan. It was, as I recall “BE WELL. BE DIVINE. DRINK AMBROSIA” or some shit. Some Pharma big wig thought it was a brilliant idea to develop a cure-all nano therapy. Stay with me now. For the same price as a dozen super sport cars, billions of tiny little machine buggers scraped out all the shit that your rich as fuck decadent lifestyle put in your system. Almost overnight you were a brand new person. All that was you was replaced with a better version of you. Sounds great right? Fuck, I'm dying of ass cancer, here's the GDP of a small country, make me better doc! Then BAM, right as rain, that same 60 year old bastard, is not only back to eating , drinking, or fucking whatever he wants, he also now looks like some god damned mid twenties rock star version of himself. Let me tell you this, if you thought the #Occupy shit that went down at the beginning of the 21st century was a big to do, it was dwarfed by the shit fit that went down when the Neo-hippies got wind of this procedure. You're rich as fuck and you get a reset button on your life every 20 to 30 years? Fuck. That. You see, I'm all for shit being as fair as possible. Everyone deserves an even playing field. Except now these bastards are literally up,up,down,down,left,right,left,righting the game of life. SO it did not surprise me one bit that someone hacked the code. Hey, stay awake. Some of us that remember believe it had to be an inside job. Some nut-job trans-humanist terrorist group got to one of the lab techs family or something made him do something to the OS and smuggled it out of the lab. No one really knows, how it happened or exactly when, but I think it was in the fall or so when it got me. Like a marquee a simple message scrolled across my vision, red letters, WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... Well 520 years 4 months and 4 days later,,,, lets just say, people didn't get along that much back before the event and much less so when the planet was populated by nearly 8 billion nearly immortal super men and women. There's a lot less of us now, maybe a handful on this blasted continent. Gonna be one more less here in just a few. You see my friend, one of things we learned pretty early is those little machines won't shut off. You shoot someone in the head, chop off a hand, or perpetrate any other kind of mayhem to your fellow man, it gets fixed. However, you take that hand you just chopped of and eat it, well you just added some food and a million more tiny little buddies to your gut. So here we are at last. You. Me. Your open skull and quickly repairing brain matter. My well used knife and fork. Your chair and chains. Me rambling on telling you this story for what, the 100th time, and your incredibly annoying screams and horrible brain damage induced amnesia. Bon Appetit

It all started in 2025 when the us government finally collapsed. China had finally "bought" america. But our government had planned for this many years before. When china finally went to claim there debt, america detonated their nukes. On there own land. The radiation cloud was roughly the size of half of north america and has been shifting around the earth, killing or horribly mutating anything underneath it. It got the Americas first before becoming a radiation hurricane and hitting Africa. The massive black cloud has left nothing in its wake except death and soon it will drift towards our little town and kill us too. This is something we've all come to accept here. We wish to believe were not the last ones out there. Maybe somebody out there survives this and my journal will become history. Maybe I'll just die like everyone else and be lost to the apocalypse. The only thing I know is soon I will be dead. Alexander whichfield June 15, 2037

Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.

[WP] Write a New Apocalypse

A new disease broke out, something worse than deadly but the full repercussions weren't understood. The dead began to rise like something out of an old sci-fi movie, shuffling along and rotting as they went on by. What happened next though was something we'd never thought could happen. All manner of animal and beast began feesting off of the walking buffets of meat. Birds would eat away at the head and brain, scavengers like rats would nipple away at the feet and the larger animals would feast gladly on a walking corpse or two. We felt as if we'd dodged one of science fictions biggest clichés when we realized that the animals had become more brave and the affect of the diseased flesh took them into berserk rages. The problem wasn't our own but the animals themselves, all of a sudden nature had turned around and started fighting back against all we'd made and manipulated to our own ends. Packs of animals would roam the re-abandoned cities, different species making unlikely alliances where birds would track and wolfs attack. We were left to be hunted, not survive like with walking dead, our food had become our predator and we it's prey. It seems fate is not without a sense of irony.

A potato and tomato were hurdling through space for thousands of years absorbing cosmic radiation. Eventually they crossed the Earth's orbit and came streaking down to strike the U.S. The potato crashed into a wicker furniture store and the cosmic radiation combined with the O2 in the air caused the potato to become self aware and give it the ability to animate wicker furniture. The potato, now calling itself General Spuds, begins raising an army of wicker furniture to lay waste to the Earth. However, the tomato crashed into a giant, hippie co-op farm. It became self aware, too. It called itself Bob the Spiritual tomato in the garden of love and Bob also has the ability to animate vegetables. Bob begins to raise an army of cabbage, carrots, onions, and all other sorts of veggies to combat General Spuds army. Each time the two side engage in combat, cosmic radiation spits out and generates new life forms by combining random things in the area. Soon, the Earth is overrun by things like dyslexic tree goats, bisexual meatball soups, and violent booger slugs. Then, after one battle a squad of lethal wicker papasan chairs were hit with the cosmic radiation right next to a circus and a gender reassignment clinic. A whole new race of albino wicker midget shemales came to power and enslaved the remaining humans; forcing them to be portable toilet paper for General Spud. Humanity was lost.

Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.

[WP] Write a New Apocalypse

Jake told me he found a spot outside of town where your shadow would disappear in broad day light. Naturally I had to call bullshit on it, so we made a plan to meet up on County Road 20 and head out there to see the claim for myself. Jake drove the kind of car junk yards turned down. A rickety Gallant with more cracked plastic fenders than a half-rate Queen cover band. County Road 20 was just on the edge of Hick-Nowhere-Town Texas. A ten minute walk across town from where I lived. Jake nonetheless drove like a bat out of hell, because apparently time was money. He was shouting at me through the open window before he'd even stopped. Long haired, unshaved beatnik--according to a customer he'd pissed off at the one grocery store in town. "Kar! Get in! You gotta--" "I know I know, I gotta check this out," I finished for him. If I had to hear *one* more time on how I just *gotta* check this out, I was going to... well, nothing, I guess. Jake was Jake, for better or for worse. "I still don't think I get what you're saying," I said, sliding into the car. Jake took off down the road, the strangled 4 cylinder giving all its worth. "What's there to get? *Your* *fucking* *shadow* *disappears*, alright? Plain as day," he said, grinding his teeth. I had to look sideways at that. It was a little intense--even for Jake's standard. He had a certain kind of Irish in him. Loud. Passionate. Over the top. But this was different. The guy was on edge, and I could tell he'd been drinking. Not that I was against it, but it was only two in the afternoon and he was laying heavy on the gas. "You know your shadow disappears if there's not enough light, right?" I offered. "Yeah, well, when is a light not a light?" I dropped it there, and wondered briefly if my friend had any schizo-effective qualities he was withholding. Despite my concern, we made good time in a decent manner, the only upset being a too sharp corner Jake had cut a little close, sliding the back end of the car a bit. It could have been on purpose for all I knew. What was on purpose was when Jake jerked the car off the road and through a gap in the fence--road be damned. I could see tire tracks where he'd been through before. "Jake, shit! What the fresh hell you doing?" "It's quicker." "How did you even find this place?" "It brought me here." This did bring me up short, in that same way when you realize you were brought into something with a different intention than the other. I thought this was a curiosity type thing. What was that one book, with the kids running off to go see the body? Something like that, but not nearly as romantic. Nothing was romantic these days. There was no build up. To much movement. Everything was too instant--cell phones and three car garages. But Jake's initiative was something weirder--darker even. As wild as he was, outright *crazy* was not a way to describe him. This began to click in my own head as he began driving the car through trees and brush. When the mirror on my side got ripped off my a jutting branch, I'd had enough. "Stop the fucking car, Jake. Now. Right goddamned now this isn't funny anymore." Logs and rocks kicked up into the floorboards beneath my feet. "Dude, you'll see. Just trust me and--" The engine revved. "Trust you? You're going faster, fucker." "Just trying--" "Stop the car! Now!" "Okay okay just... we're here anyways." The car bucked to a stop next to a washed out root system of some live oak tree, a stone's throw from a dried creek bed. And christ, the engine smoked. The windshield was cracked. And yet, Jake didn't seem to notice. "Do you see it?" I was, admittedly, too busy giving him the *are* *you* *stupid* look. I began to glance around, just to satisfy him. "No, I don't fucking see--" Except--I did. We were in it. When was a light not a light? I could see the sun. I could see one cloud, maybe a jet trail, fucking off miles away elsewhere in the sky, not giving us the rain we'd needed. There were only a few trees, but not enough to give the place a Sleepy Hollow feeling, which was exactly the kind of atmosphere it was. Heavy. Dead. What the fuck? The place was dark, but Jake was right--not a single shadow. Not under the trees. Not anywhere by the car. I looked up again at the sun--which looked more like a low watt bulb stuck in the corner of a warehouse. Like trying to light a black room with a black light. (to be continued...)

A potato and tomato were hurdling through space for thousands of years absorbing cosmic radiation. Eventually they crossed the Earth's orbit and came streaking down to strike the U.S. The potato crashed into a wicker furniture store and the cosmic radiation combined with the O2 in the air caused the potato to become self aware and give it the ability to animate wicker furniture. The potato, now calling itself General Spuds, begins raising an army of wicker furniture to lay waste to the Earth. However, the tomato crashed into a giant, hippie co-op farm. It became self aware, too. It called itself Bob the Spiritual tomato in the garden of love and Bob also has the ability to animate vegetables. Bob begins to raise an army of cabbage, carrots, onions, and all other sorts of veggies to combat General Spuds army. Each time the two side engage in combat, cosmic radiation spits out and generates new life forms by combining random things in the area. Soon, the Earth is overrun by things like dyslexic tree goats, bisexual meatball soups, and violent booger slugs. Then, after one battle a squad of lethal wicker papasan chairs were hit with the cosmic radiation right next to a circus and a gender reassignment clinic. A whole new race of albino wicker midget shemales came to power and enslaved the remaining humans; forcing them to be portable toilet paper for General Spud. Humanity was lost.

Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.

[WP] Write a New Apocalypse

We Will Be As Gods.. That's what the slogan was all those years ago. Well no, that wasn't the original slogan. It was, as I recall “BE WELL. BE DIVINE. DRINK AMBROSIA” or some shit. Some Pharma big wig thought it was a brilliant idea to develop a cure-all nano therapy. Stay with me now. For the same price as a dozen super sport cars, billions of tiny little machine buggers scraped out all the shit that your rich as fuck decadent lifestyle put in your system. Almost overnight you were a brand new person. All that was you was replaced with a better version of you. Sounds great right? Fuck, I'm dying of ass cancer, here's the GDP of a small country, make me better doc! Then BAM, right as rain, that same 60 year old bastard, is not only back to eating , drinking, or fucking whatever he wants, he also now looks like some god damned mid twenties rock star version of himself. Let me tell you this, if you thought the #Occupy shit that went down at the beginning of the 21st century was a big to do, it was dwarfed by the shit fit that went down when the Neo-hippies got wind of this procedure. You're rich as fuck and you get a reset button on your life every 20 to 30 years? Fuck. That. You see, I'm all for shit being as fair as possible. Everyone deserves an even playing field. Except now these bastards are literally up,up,down,down,left,right,left,righting the game of life. SO it did not surprise me one bit that someone hacked the code. Hey, stay awake. Some of us that remember believe it had to be an inside job. Some nut-job trans-humanist terrorist group got to one of the lab techs family or something made him do something to the OS and smuggled it out of the lab. No one really knows, how it happened or exactly when, but I think it was in the fall or so when it got me. Like a marquee a simple message scrolled across my vision, red letters, WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... Well 520 years 4 months and 4 days later,,,, lets just say, people didn't get along that much back before the event and much less so when the planet was populated by nearly 8 billion nearly immortal super men and women. There's a lot less of us now, maybe a handful on this blasted continent. Gonna be one more less here in just a few. You see my friend, one of things we learned pretty early is those little machines won't shut off. You shoot someone in the head, chop off a hand, or perpetrate any other kind of mayhem to your fellow man, it gets fixed. However, you take that hand you just chopped of and eat it, well you just added some food and a million more tiny little buddies to your gut. So here we are at last. You. Me. Your open skull and quickly repairing brain matter. My well used knife and fork. Your chair and chains. Me rambling on telling you this story for what, the 100th time, and your incredibly annoying screams and horrible brain damage induced amnesia. Bon Appetit

A potato and tomato were hurdling through space for thousands of years absorbing cosmic radiation. Eventually they crossed the Earth's orbit and came streaking down to strike the U.S. The potato crashed into a wicker furniture store and the cosmic radiation combined with the O2 in the air caused the potato to become self aware and give it the ability to animate wicker furniture. The potato, now calling itself General Spuds, begins raising an army of wicker furniture to lay waste to the Earth. However, the tomato crashed into a giant, hippie co-op farm. It became self aware, too. It called itself Bob the Spiritual tomato in the garden of love and Bob also has the ability to animate vegetables. Bob begins to raise an army of cabbage, carrots, onions, and all other sorts of veggies to combat General Spuds army. Each time the two side engage in combat, cosmic radiation spits out and generates new life forms by combining random things in the area. Soon, the Earth is overrun by things like dyslexic tree goats, bisexual meatball soups, and violent booger slugs. Then, after one battle a squad of lethal wicker papasan chairs were hit with the cosmic radiation right next to a circus and a gender reassignment clinic. A whole new race of albino wicker midget shemales came to power and enslaved the remaining humans; forcing them to be portable toilet paper for General Spud. Humanity was lost.

Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.

[WP] Write a New Apocalypse

Jake told me he found a spot outside of town where your shadow would disappear in broad day light. Naturally I had to call bullshit on it, so we made a plan to meet up on County Road 20 and head out there to see the claim for myself. Jake drove the kind of car junk yards turned down. A rickety Gallant with more cracked plastic fenders than a half-rate Queen cover band. County Road 20 was just on the edge of Hick-Nowhere-Town Texas. A ten minute walk across town from where I lived. Jake nonetheless drove like a bat out of hell, because apparently time was money. He was shouting at me through the open window before he'd even stopped. Long haired, unshaved beatnik--according to a customer he'd pissed off at the one grocery store in town. "Kar! Get in! You gotta--" "I know I know, I gotta check this out," I finished for him. If I had to hear *one* more time on how I just *gotta* check this out, I was going to... well, nothing, I guess. Jake was Jake, for better or for worse. "I still don't think I get what you're saying," I said, sliding into the car. Jake took off down the road, the strangled 4 cylinder giving all its worth. "What's there to get? *Your* *fucking* *shadow* *disappears*, alright? Plain as day," he said, grinding his teeth. I had to look sideways at that. It was a little intense--even for Jake's standard. He had a certain kind of Irish in him. Loud. Passionate. Over the top. But this was different. The guy was on edge, and I could tell he'd been drinking. Not that I was against it, but it was only two in the afternoon and he was laying heavy on the gas. "You know your shadow disappears if there's not enough light, right?" I offered. "Yeah, well, when is a light not a light?" I dropped it there, and wondered briefly if my friend had any schizo-effective qualities he was withholding. Despite my concern, we made good time in a decent manner, the only upset being a too sharp corner Jake had cut a little close, sliding the back end of the car a bit. It could have been on purpose for all I knew. What was on purpose was when Jake jerked the car off the road and through a gap in the fence--road be damned. I could see tire tracks where he'd been through before. "Jake, shit! What the fresh hell you doing?" "It's quicker." "How did you even find this place?" "It brought me here." This did bring me up short, in that same way when you realize you were brought into something with a different intention than the other. I thought this was a curiosity type thing. What was that one book, with the kids running off to go see the body? Something like that, but not nearly as romantic. Nothing was romantic these days. There was no build up. To much movement. Everything was too instant--cell phones and three car garages. But Jake's initiative was something weirder--darker even. As wild as he was, outright *crazy* was not a way to describe him. This began to click in my own head as he began driving the car through trees and brush. When the mirror on my side got ripped off my a jutting branch, I'd had enough. "Stop the fucking car, Jake. Now. Right goddamned now this isn't funny anymore." Logs and rocks kicked up into the floorboards beneath my feet. "Dude, you'll see. Just trust me and--" The engine revved. "Trust you? You're going faster, fucker." "Just trying--" "Stop the car! Now!" "Okay okay just... we're here anyways." The car bucked to a stop next to a washed out root system of some live oak tree, a stone's throw from a dried creek bed. And christ, the engine smoked. The windshield was cracked. And yet, Jake didn't seem to notice. "Do you see it?" I was, admittedly, too busy giving him the *are* *you* *stupid* look. I began to glance around, just to satisfy him. "No, I don't fucking see--" Except--I did. We were in it. When was a light not a light? I could see the sun. I could see one cloud, maybe a jet trail, fucking off miles away elsewhere in the sky, not giving us the rain we'd needed. There were only a few trees, but not enough to give the place a Sleepy Hollow feeling, which was exactly the kind of atmosphere it was. Heavy. Dead. What the fuck? The place was dark, but Jake was right--not a single shadow. Not under the trees. Not anywhere by the car. I looked up again at the sun--which looked more like a low watt bulb stuck in the corner of a warehouse. Like trying to light a black room with a black light. (to be continued...)

'Today has been a shitty day,' I thought to myself. 'Well, at least I am home,' I brighten. My entire day has been a constant turn of problems. My pay was decreased by three percent, I didn't finish a quarter of my work, and my heart has been acting up with its constant heartburn. Well, there is still the TV. Maybe, I can relax. Once I flicked on the TV, the New's Reported blurted out the words: "There has been at least two-hundred, thirty-one reported from New York." Seconds pass as I process the information. "Records are being broke far and wide." Trying to figure out what they are talking about, I take off my tie and loosen my belt to relax while my eyes are plastered to the TV. The graphics show two scientists clothed with large, body-covering suits coming in. Within brief seconds, they take out weird-looking rifles and point them toward the women. Boom. Bang. Bung. Boom. Shots go off as the New's Reporter falls to the ground. A walkie-talkie comes out from the suit pocket. "Target A-73-GX has been eliminated. Do I have permission to take out the rest of the crew?" Then, a "Yes." comes out from the other end, and, quickly, as bullets go off again, I flick off the TV. 'Wow,' I think to myself as I walk to the bathroom. I reach up to the cabinet, shaking as I reach. 'Ah. Pills.', I think to myself. Taking them down, I think over what will be done. I decide to run the water. Dropping down into the bath, I take a handfull of the pills. I swallow.

Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.

[WP] Write a New Apocalypse

We Will Be As Gods.. That's what the slogan was all those years ago. Well no, that wasn't the original slogan. It was, as I recall “BE WELL. BE DIVINE. DRINK AMBROSIA” or some shit. Some Pharma big wig thought it was a brilliant idea to develop a cure-all nano therapy. Stay with me now. For the same price as a dozen super sport cars, billions of tiny little machine buggers scraped out all the shit that your rich as fuck decadent lifestyle put in your system. Almost overnight you were a brand new person. All that was you was replaced with a better version of you. Sounds great right? Fuck, I'm dying of ass cancer, here's the GDP of a small country, make me better doc! Then BAM, right as rain, that same 60 year old bastard, is not only back to eating , drinking, or fucking whatever he wants, he also now looks like some god damned mid twenties rock star version of himself. Let me tell you this, if you thought the #Occupy shit that went down at the beginning of the 21st century was a big to do, it was dwarfed by the shit fit that went down when the Neo-hippies got wind of this procedure. You're rich as fuck and you get a reset button on your life every 20 to 30 years? Fuck. That. You see, I'm all for shit being as fair as possible. Everyone deserves an even playing field. Except now these bastards are literally up,up,down,down,left,right,left,righting the game of life. SO it did not surprise me one bit that someone hacked the code. Hey, stay awake. Some of us that remember believe it had to be an inside job. Some nut-job trans-humanist terrorist group got to one of the lab techs family or something made him do something to the OS and smuggled it out of the lab. No one really knows, how it happened or exactly when, but I think it was in the fall or so when it got me. Like a marquee a simple message scrolled across my vision, red letters, WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... Well 520 years 4 months and 4 days later,,,, lets just say, people didn't get along that much back before the event and much less so when the planet was populated by nearly 8 billion nearly immortal super men and women. There's a lot less of us now, maybe a handful on this blasted continent. Gonna be one more less here in just a few. You see my friend, one of things we learned pretty early is those little machines won't shut off. You shoot someone in the head, chop off a hand, or perpetrate any other kind of mayhem to your fellow man, it gets fixed. However, you take that hand you just chopped of and eat it, well you just added some food and a million more tiny little buddies to your gut. So here we are at last. You. Me. Your open skull and quickly repairing brain matter. My well used knife and fork. Your chair and chains. Me rambling on telling you this story for what, the 100th time, and your incredibly annoying screams and horrible brain damage induced amnesia. Bon Appetit

'Today has been a shitty day,' I thought to myself. 'Well, at least I am home,' I brighten. My entire day has been a constant turn of problems. My pay was decreased by three percent, I didn't finish a quarter of my work, and my heart has been acting up with its constant heartburn. Well, there is still the TV. Maybe, I can relax. Once I flicked on the TV, the New's Reported blurted out the words: "There has been at least two-hundred, thirty-one reported from New York." Seconds pass as I process the information. "Records are being broke far and wide." Trying to figure out what they are talking about, I take off my tie and loosen my belt to relax while my eyes are plastered to the TV. The graphics show two scientists clothed with large, body-covering suits coming in. Within brief seconds, they take out weird-looking rifles and point them toward the women. Boom. Bang. Bung. Boom. Shots go off as the New's Reporter falls to the ground. A walkie-talkie comes out from the suit pocket. "Target A-73-GX has been eliminated. Do I have permission to take out the rest of the crew?" Then, a "Yes." comes out from the other end, and, quickly, as bullets go off again, I flick off the TV. 'Wow,' I think to myself as I walk to the bathroom. I reach up to the cabinet, shaking as I reach. 'Ah. Pills.', I think to myself. Taking them down, I think over what will be done. I decide to run the water. Dropping down into the bath, I take a handfull of the pills. I swallow.

Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.

[WP] Write a New Apocalypse

We Will Be As Gods.. That's what the slogan was all those years ago. Well no, that wasn't the original slogan. It was, as I recall “BE WELL. BE DIVINE. DRINK AMBROSIA” or some shit. Some Pharma big wig thought it was a brilliant idea to develop a cure-all nano therapy. Stay with me now. For the same price as a dozen super sport cars, billions of tiny little machine buggers scraped out all the shit that your rich as fuck decadent lifestyle put in your system. Almost overnight you were a brand new person. All that was you was replaced with a better version of you. Sounds great right? Fuck, I'm dying of ass cancer, here's the GDP of a small country, make me better doc! Then BAM, right as rain, that same 60 year old bastard, is not only back to eating , drinking, or fucking whatever he wants, he also now looks like some god damned mid twenties rock star version of himself. Let me tell you this, if you thought the #Occupy shit that went down at the beginning of the 21st century was a big to do, it was dwarfed by the shit fit that went down when the Neo-hippies got wind of this procedure. You're rich as fuck and you get a reset button on your life every 20 to 30 years? Fuck. That. You see, I'm all for shit being as fair as possible. Everyone deserves an even playing field. Except now these bastards are literally up,up,down,down,left,right,left,righting the game of life. SO it did not surprise me one bit that someone hacked the code. Hey, stay awake. Some of us that remember believe it had to be an inside job. Some nut-job trans-humanist terrorist group got to one of the lab techs family or something made him do something to the OS and smuggled it out of the lab. No one really knows, how it happened or exactly when, but I think it was in the fall or so when it got me. Like a marquee a simple message scrolled across my vision, red letters, WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... WE WILL BE AS GODS... Well 520 years 4 months and 4 days later,,,, lets just say, people didn't get along that much back before the event and much less so when the planet was populated by nearly 8 billion nearly immortal super men and women. There's a lot less of us now, maybe a handful on this blasted continent. Gonna be one more less here in just a few. You see my friend, one of things we learned pretty early is those little machines won't shut off. You shoot someone in the head, chop off a hand, or perpetrate any other kind of mayhem to your fellow man, it gets fixed. However, you take that hand you just chopped of and eat it, well you just added some food and a million more tiny little buddies to your gut. So here we are at last. You. Me. Your open skull and quickly repairing brain matter. My well used knife and fork. Your chair and chains. Me rambling on telling you this story for what, the 100th time, and your incredibly annoying screams and horrible brain damage induced amnesia. Bon Appetit

A new disease broke out, something worse than deadly but the full repercussions weren't understood. The dead began to rise like something out of an old sci-fi movie, shuffling along and rotting as they went on by. What happened next though was something we'd never thought could happen. All manner of animal and beast began feesting off of the walking buffets of meat. Birds would eat away at the head and brain, scavengers like rats would nipple away at the feet and the larger animals would feast gladly on a walking corpse or two. We felt as if we'd dodged one of science fictions biggest clichés when we realized that the animals had become more brave and the affect of the diseased flesh took them into berserk rages. The problem wasn't our own but the animals themselves, all of a sudden nature had turned around and started fighting back against all we'd made and manipulated to our own ends. Packs of animals would roam the re-abandoned cities, different species making unlikely alliances where birds would track and wolfs attack. We were left to be hunted, not survive like with walking dead, our food had become our predator and we it's prey. It seems fate is not without a sense of irony.

Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.

[WP] Write a New Apocalypse

Ashes to Ashes The year is 2050 and the world has been decimated. All that is left of what used to be is ashes and charred debris. Approximately 10 years ago it became apparent that our world was becoming too polluted. There were more and more cases of cities becoming too polluted just like Shanghai, which had been evacuated 2 years earlier. The corporations assured us though that no harm would come to our planet. They told us how they were developing machines that would take all the bad stuff in the air and purify it. I was only 9 years old at the time when they announced the machines but even then I knew that they would not work. We lived in what was left of the countryside after the Corporation Expansion of 2030 got rid of the wildlife and replaced it with factories that manufactured goods that only the rich could afford. Even as I sit here in the remains of an old factory I still remember our house. We had hardwood floors, walls that had bright baby blue wallpaper, and chairs that our father had only just bought because of his meager pay. All of it would be gone soon within a meager 6 days. I remember exactly when the apocalypse started. The C.E.O of MegaCorp was broadcasting the test footage of one of the “life saving” machines. The machine was over 500 feet tall and emitted bright lights. He told us about how there were tests all around the country as well that would determine how to maximize our efforts. Everyone watched in hope as he pressed the button to activate it. Within seconds of pressing the button these fans opened up on the sides of the machines and sucked the pollution in. It was truly working!!! Then the worst happened. There was malfunction and the machines spit it all back out and added a little twist to it. There was an ignition. The pollution filled the air and ignited. Napalm was nothing compared to this. For the few seconds before the TV shut off all you saw was people being disintegrated by the flames. We ran for our basement just as the flames reached our house. My mother and I were the only ones who were able to reach it. I only take solace in the fact that my sister and father perished without any pain. We waited about 2 weeks before we went to the surface. What we found was just ashes. All that was left of our world……was ashes.

The world had turned to stone in less than a year. There wasn't any place you could go without them watching you, their shaped in agony and pain. Nobody can really describe what it feels like to be turned because nobody has ever turned back. We pretend that they're still alive, that maybe beneath all that stone their hearts are still beating, just waiting to be freed. Daphne is scared of them, I see it in her eyes whenever she looks at them. She wants to believe that they're alive, but she knows its a false hope. I don't know what to tell her. Every night before I go to sleep, I kiss her. I kiss her to let her know she isn't alone in this world, that it will all get better. But I know it won't. All I can muster is a few words, "I love you, Daphne." I figure that there is fifty statues for every one person. We don't know how it spreads, but we know it spreads quickly. The skin turns to stone and hardens and they freeze in place, fully conscious of their body hardening. Their organs slowly stop and harden, and the screaming begins. I had a kidney stone once when I was in my twenties. I figure that's what it feels like. Like your body is trying to force out one large kidney stone. "Daphne," I say in a hoarse voice. My tongue tasted like gravel and dirt. I reach up and touch her hand, cold in my own. "Daphne, I won't leave you." I say. Her hands are extended forward, as if she was grasping at something. I remember the day, the day she turned. She was reaching for me, tears in her eyes. She was on her knees, screaming out in pain. I ran to her but she was gone by the time I reached her. My wife had turned to stone before my very eyes.