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singindemonhq) wrote2003-05-11 07:00 pm
singindemonhq) wrote2003-05-11 07:00 pm
Armegeddon, the musical - Thur
Helping Percy to steal the cars had just seemed natural at the time. It'd felt like being on a war-world, or in one of those 20th century dramas where a handful of humans try to survive after the plague, or the nuclear holocaust, or whatever. The survivers usually have to deal with anything from dog-packs to rats, but the biggest danger comes from outsiders. That kind of story was very popular last century - not realistic though. There are plenty of places where people fight to survive on this planet, but they aren't usually post-industrial - not yet, anyway.
There are plenty of radioactive ruins scattered around the multiverse, too, but there's not much call for the musical mojo and my usual kind of gig in any of them. I started to think about it, anyway...
This is the land all causes lead to,
This is the land that the war breathed through,
This is the land that is dead forever,
This is .....
I was wondering whether to carry the song on with plague or radiation or what - then I remembered that there might not be much point anyway, as things were I probably didn't have to think gig, and I started to feel depressed again. I kept on playing about with the tune, though - the way I suppose the Jetta's original owner might have used the car radio as distraction on a bad drive.
Cars are useful if you have to transport something, but the stuffiness was getting to me, and I kept thinking I could smell the meat in the packages. I was wishing that I'd taken a convertible, Grant's caddy should have been right there in the garage, but the Jetta was outside and I saw that first.
Looking through glass seemed to be adding to the desolation of the scene (which was something I mentally noted, but didn't like.) I couldn't quite put my finger on why until I realised that seeing it through the windshield made it even more like watching an old disaster movie. I decided to leave the Jetta and smoke back for the convertible as soon as I reached a suitable spot.
When I actually saw the car I'd been thinking of, open, abandoned by the roadside and with a gun in the back seat, there was a moment when I didn't believe it. I got out of the Jetta and offed the mental sound-track - and the noise hit me!
I'd actually been thinking about dog-packs in ruined cities and that was my first thought. There was a kind of howling roar, with yelps, whimpers and snarls mixed into it, and a deep, grinding vibration that sounded almost mechanical. I couldn't see any animals but I was into the back seat of that Caddy with both hands on the gun before my mind caught up with my body!
Something hit the door so hard that the car shook.
.......................................................................................
There are plenty of radioactive ruins scattered around the multiverse, too, but there's not much call for the musical mojo and my usual kind of gig in any of them. I started to think about it, anyway...
This is the land all causes lead to,
This is the land that the war breathed through,
This is the land that is dead forever,
This is .....
I was wondering whether to carry the song on with plague or radiation or what - then I remembered that there might not be much point anyway, as things were I probably didn't have to think gig, and I started to feel depressed again. I kept on playing about with the tune, though - the way I suppose the Jetta's original owner might have used the car radio as distraction on a bad drive.
Cars are useful if you have to transport something, but the stuffiness was getting to me, and I kept thinking I could smell the meat in the packages. I was wishing that I'd taken a convertible, Grant's caddy should have been right there in the garage, but the Jetta was outside and I saw that first.
Looking through glass seemed to be adding to the desolation of the scene (which was something I mentally noted, but didn't like.) I couldn't quite put my finger on why until I realised that seeing it through the windshield made it even more like watching an old disaster movie. I decided to leave the Jetta and smoke back for the convertible as soon as I reached a suitable spot.
When I actually saw the car I'd been thinking of, open, abandoned by the roadside and with a gun in the back seat, there was a moment when I didn't believe it. I got out of the Jetta and offed the mental sound-track - and the noise hit me!
I'd actually been thinking about dog-packs in ruined cities and that was my first thought. There was a kind of howling roar, with yelps, whimpers and snarls mixed into it, and a deep, grinding vibration that sounded almost mechanical. I couldn't see any animals but I was into the back seat of that Caddy with both hands on the gun before my mind caught up with my body!
Something hit the door so hard that the car shook.
.......................................................................................