Pagan drugged infused ceremony

After the fall of the Government and the break down of society You get things like the Pagan drugged infused ceremony. Strange bitter tasting sacraments cooked up in labs that send up smoke under bridges.

Screams hoots, moans from people in freaky masks and little else. Orgies around the bonfires, where the captured straight laced townsfolk are burning.

Human sacrifices pushed into sink holes. Ritual scarecrows crucified to telephone poles. Homes invaded ransacked. Rape pillage burn under the full moon. Mad dances in fields. The cacophony of crudely made instruments. Pounding of metal rods against old shed roofs and junked cars. Home made flutes and hand percussion instruments using metal and glass jars, cigar boxes, and anything laying around that clacks or thuds. The drones of endless glass beer and liquor bottles blow into with puckered drunken lips. The clang of metal trash cans being dented up by night's end.

So many candles in old storm shelters. Wall paintings fantastic and macabre. Some one found a Elf mummy and they put it on the large crudely cut table where people once played cards and played guitars waiting a bad storm out with flickering lantern light. Magic symbols surround it in thick pressed chalk. A pair of black panties curled into the far corner.

Often the biggest farms are the most pagan. Extended insane families living too close to the river and the mad spirits that remain there. Strange restraining devices made from farm equipment. With a lever to pull a sharp blade across victim's throat with enough power to sever his head. Secret slaughter houses that ritually prepare human meat. Houses hidden in the woods that only look abandoned.

Whole small towns have been emptied of they're Human contents and left with flapping doors and open windows to roads only used by coyotes and deer. Stripped cars beside the road, blood stains on the seats. Many of them burned. Fields un kept, filled with thin sapling trees.

Sink holes open up suddenly swallowing a child into the deeps below. Then a horrible low growl and roar is heard from below when the Sinkhole God is hungry for another child. It don't take the towns folk long to look elsewhere for sacrifice's. Travelers passing threw with kids are the best. The small town sheriff is in on it, this town is a death trap. Kids kept fattened up on sweets for the unseen Monster below. The adults either killed right away in front of the kids, or enslaved to serve the town.

People's teeth found in the soil all over this area.

Kids killing the neighbor's pet to cut it open. Pulled out the entrails. Toss them into the air to hit the pavement with a wet smack! Read their fortunes on the pattern the guts make. Leave the animal where it lay on act on the prophecy. These kids are allowed out after dark. Its the local adults that stay inside to avoid them.

A child walking across his fathers corn field early in the season. Finding human teeth and bones among the soil. He woke up night after night from nightmares of falling straight up swallowed into the night going faster and faster until the pressure will burst him like a watermelon.

Humans made into candles, burning shallow pale light in the ancient tunnels under the fields.

The Rex Havoc show

Long haired rock and roll legend Rex Havoc has his on show on Faux News. Rex is a out spoken and controversial conservative Tonight he is sporting his cinnamon Teddy bear pelt of victims he has killed himself. Science has proven that these endangered animals are in fact a intelligent life form nearly as intelligent has Human beings. But all the red states still legally allow the killing of these teddy bears any season. Tonight's first guest is Buck Dynasty. The tough talking grandpa of the cast of "Dude Dynasty". A reality TV show about a family of long bearded deep south red necks just keeping it real. All the family members are worth over a million each and the beards are props. Turns out they all grew up in New York City! They and all OFTL loyalists deny it and call this story a liberal propaganda lie. Buck Dynasty got in some trouble for opening stating that he "Hates faggots and he recommends mass killing to clean up this queer under belly that is rotting America". This episode shows a clip of Buck and Rex hunting for a live Poldaki Male that Buck bought as a present for Rex. The mutated Human has been set free on the actual set of Dude Dynasty and the two are drinking beers and hunting the intelligent being in full camo and high tech guns. "And the Liberals call these foot headed pieces of shit Human!", Rex laughs. "Last I check Human's don't have inky black skin and toes on their poop like heads", Laughs Buck Dynasty. Commercial break for Tough Ellon Trucks. This years model is so tall you use a escalator to get to your seat. It blocks the view of all other trucks no matter how tall. Followed by a local commercial for the re election of officer Roy Porkus. "He gets things done". Now its Kobe Beef doing his tribute to Kyle Deerbone entitled They don't make em like that anymore. A heart felt tribute to a Country music and political martyr who died for what he believed in and how the killer is still at large and thinking that his side won. That Deerbone's message is done. But no, think again son. A rousing guitar instrumental segment then he blasts into a patriotic medley of Deerbone hits. The audience is going crazy!

Now for the Rex's soapbox" segment. Havoc with his band Kill Party. He plays some kick ass 1980's style guitar flash. The band pumping out hard riffs behind him. The they all stop on cue and he shouts out a short wise political statement starts back up again. Another pause for his ruff redneck wisdom and the blow out continues. This is the show's most popular part and it gives masses of viewers something to be have unified anger over and it provides them with stern talking points. Kobe Beef and Rex are sitting and talking about their gun collections and critters they shot. Beef strokes Havoc's teddy bear hide and says "I sure would like to bag one of these for my wife while supplies last". The laugh and slap hands.

Expedition to South Field

The third in my series of journeys. This time I have better gear, a hand gun and a pretty assistant Named Disby Alarkens. She is studying to be an archaeologist. This expedition is funded by Going Stoned Magazine. Disby works for the magazine and she has a popular monthly archaeology article. This fairly well funded thing we are on shall be fodder for 3 or 4 months worth of pictures and text. Disby is really sexy by the way. Her looks landed her a respectable job. She appears on all sorts of TV shows. Her perky breasts jiggle when she hikes. But enough about Disby now all, on with the expedition. The truck lets us off in front of the great Southfield gate. A arch of extremely big trees carved whole. They must have come from many hundred of miles away or from a tree that no longer exists here. So huge and tall it boggles the mind. Mammoth tusks cluster and inter lock high above our heads. This arch was built sometime unknown in prehistory. By who no one knows. I take videos and pictures of it. Its a big tourist attraction now. But its Disby who is getting all the attention. Jiggling innocently while signing autographs posing for pics under the arch. I buy a cup of sweetened mulberry juice and blend into the crowd as a unknown. Just another set of eyes checking Disby out. I take an excellent picture of her signing her autograph for a little Mollkin kid. She uses it for her email fan letters page on her web site. That done we are taking our four wheel ATV's packed with gear down the ancient road. This is a dirt road very wide and flat that predates the Elves. Probably one hundred forty thousand years old. Arloban has another road from a lost culture that is uses as its main trade road. The plants never grow on this road and no one knows why. This is a trade route where grains, produce, animals skins and other wares are transported. The main theory on who made this road is us. We made it one hundred forty thousand years ago when we advanced from cave Men to modern or future society. Then some event or series of them destroyed modern civilization and we went back to primitive prehistoric ways. Slowly building back over eons to where we are here. With some impending doom ahead to start to cycle over again.

Why are we here?

Brack Selden walked down the huge echo filled concrete hall. Tables where set up along the walls for a convention of some sort. He didn't get a good look at the items splayed out on the tables. We moved with the crowd. Lots of people filing threw, confused shocked looking faces. Here and there large cracks in the concrete halls you could fit a fist into zig zagged from to ceiling. Brack was unsure where to go but he found himself following others into a class room and sitting down at a table/chair combo. Facing a chalk board but no desk. In front of the chalk board a video monitor was set up but it was off and the silent crowd waited here. Something really big has happened. But Brack is unclear on what. His memory seems murky, cloudy, full of soft details just out of reach. Only a few soft words from the people packing the room in nearly every chair. No one seemed to know anyone else. They waited there for some authority figure to come tell them what happened. To tell them what to do. A long time seems to pass. The clock on the wall is frozen at 2:30. The hands have cob webs on them. Seems like its been hours. What happened? Nuclear strike? Chemical warfare? Natural disaster? Why doesn't Brack know? He is sure something really big has gone down. The halls echo with the stamp of endless feet. There must be over a thousand people in this government communal emergency shelter. The last person Brack expected to see walk in the room stepped threw the door way. Kim Lacy. They have a few sexual encounters over the year. Being drug and alcohol free she partied and unwinded with sex. A good thing for Brack it was. She smiled her mischievous grin at him. Eyes still sparkling after all these years. Brack smiled back as she took the seat next to him and waited. They didn't say anything. Words seemed heavy as iron in this tense room. Brack and Kim exchanged flirty glances to help pass the time. It was nice to have her here. They waited and waited. Surely many hours have passed. Still the hall sounded with shuffling feet and murmurs. Brack felt strange. He couldn't think right. He just didn't know why they where there. But more and more, he began to think that they where all dead. That they all had a long long wait ahead. It could take years, it could take forever.

The Call of the Shelter Belt

Lines of trees planted in glyph s that can only be seen by the sky. Magical biological sigals to calm the angry spirits of the Prairie lands. To stop the demand for human sacrifice to make crops right. Places for children to hide while playing out ancient rituals they think are games. The greed of the farmers. The nasty trees drink all the water and block all the light of the fields they say and expensive tree killing machines are sent out to tear down bigger and bigger sections of shelter belt. The roots held down the madness the evil of disturbed spirits.