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I love when the illusions enter the story in full force. Creating this creepy plot device was tons of fun. Enjoy. The story only gets better, along with the monsters.

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https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/11/the-greenland-diaries-day-57/

The Greenland Diaries: Day 57

Last night, behind the Drum and all the hidden monsters, I heard a car driving around the neighborhood. Strangely enough, the acceleration was constant and uninterrupted. In the past, when I’ve eavesdropped on nightmares, any vehicle brave enough to travel the darkness gets thrashed immediately upon its discovery. Cars have only gotten past their motors ignition before screams and claws silence their engines. I would never be stupid enough to drive around while the Drum beats. The car last night though, it kept on driving without being bothered by them. I even heard a slight melody of music inside the Drum and engine. It sounded like Mozart, or Beethoven.

I finally shaved this morning. It was a very painful experience. I had some spare razors to take off the stubble, and I had my scissors to cut off the larger strands on my chin. Shaving without a mirror was the challenging part. I tried to use a shard of broken bathroom mirror for a few minutes, but the reflection became clouded with those gray figures from before. Eventually, the  piece was thick with them, and I was better off shaving blind. I made sure to expose myself to the reflection a block away from the house, just in case.

I’m not sure how many times I cut my face, but it certainly hurt a lot. I’m worried about disease and open wounds with this humid and heavy air. I’m also concerned about the lake water I used for shaving, but I can only be afraid of so many things. It’s a blessing in disguise that the monsters never left any full bodies from the slaughter at the beginning. The streets would be swimming with disease. After I finished shaving, I washed my face in after-shave and then sterilized. I cried a little bit from it. I’ll have to shave more often to get my skin used to the sensation. Snowy licked my face a few times after I recovered. The salt from her tongue stung my face, but I didn’t care.

It feels good to have her concerned about me.

Yesterday, when I walked home, there were angry lines of storms on the horizon. They vanished overnight, like some invisible hand shook them into dust. We need water. We need a break from the stinking sun and breathing plants. I’ve got supplies, but paranoia still creeps into my thoughts about us running out.

I should start a paranoia list, Gerald, Snowy, supplies, the Drum, monsters, stray dogs, reflections, and possible marauders. Looking at the collection of horrors doesn’t make me too depressed. It makes me feel strangely organized.

Today, we walked back to Rainbow foods. It looked like nothing had moved on the inside of the entrance. I want to go inside the building and explore, despite the sour smell of rotted food. I’m a little concerned about the darkness and being able to see inside the building. There could be a few monsters lurking inside the aisles like when we explored the hospital. I found some flares after the counterattack, so I could try throwing a few in there for light. I have a flare gun too, which would probably be safer.

I’ve started to read The Hobbit by J.R.R Tolkien. I’m enjoying the book so far. I’m sure in all actuality, Tolkien would never have had the guile to take the trip like Bilbo did or jump all over an adventure. Traveling through this sweeping fantasy epic might be difficult, but it pales in comparison to what I’m going through. I’d take a dragon, goblins, and trolls over the nightly drum and unidentifiable devils. Why did our culture trivialize hardship? Why did we think this would be fun?

I wonder what strange things will be out wandering the night. I’m pretty sure I was dreaming when I noticed the family a few nights ago. The car from last night was real. I know it.

Happy Monday! Again, new entries every week from my apocalyptic horror series the Greenland Diaries. Enjoy the monsters. They're everything to the story in so many ways.

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A cyberattack hits a pipeline, fuel shortages spread, airports slow, deliveries stall, panic buying begins.

One disruption triggers five more.

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A cyberattack hits a pipeline, fuel shortages spread, airports slow, deliveries stall, panic buying begins.

One disruption triggers five more.

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https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2026/apr/08/europe-lesson-donald-trump-era-us-sanity. "American #conservatism is steeped in the #paranoid, #apocalyptic thinking that equates #European traditions of #liberal #democracy with civilisational decline & the erasure of #white, #Christian #culture by #Muslim #immigration. Through that lens, any appeal to #international #institutions & #multilateralism is understood as the pathetic whining of #geopolitical weaklings." Putting the words "white" & "Christian" together is blasphemous.

The world may have been spared an #apocalyptic #tragedy for the time being. But make no mistake. They crossed the #Rubicon & opened the #PandorasBox, with their utterly irresponsible & reprehensible act yesterday.

You, me and entire world will never again be as safe as we were till yesterday. These events have permanently shifted the nuclear #ThreatPerception of the world. Don't be surprised if nations from Iran to Japan conclude that #nukes are essential for their survival.

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Archangel Michael

Also called Michael the Taxiarch. A taxiarch is used in the Greek language to mean “brigadier,” or a commander of a company. In Greek Orthodoxy, it refers to the Archangels Michael or Gabriel as leaders of the heavenly hosts.

Michael is an archangel & warrior of God in Christianity, Islam, & Judaism. The earliest surviving mentions of his name are in the 2nd or 3rd centuries BC Jewish works, often but not always apocalyptic. In these works, he’s the chief of the angels & archangels. He’s the guardian prince of Israel & is responsible for the care of the people of Israel.

Christianity conserved nearly all of Jewish traditions concerning him. He’s mentioned explicitly in Revelation 12:7-12, where he does battle with Satan, & in the Epistle of Jude, where the archangel & the devil have an argument over the body of Moses.

The Book of Enoch lists Michael as 1 of 7 archangels. The remaining names are: Uriel, Raguel, Raphael, Sariel, Gabriel, & Remiel. He’s mentioned again in the last chapters of the Book of Daniel, a Jewish apocalypse composed in the 2nd century BC, in which a man clothed in linen tells Daniel that he & “Michael, your prince” are engaged in a battle with the “prince of Persia,” after which, at the end-time, “Michael, the great prince who protects your people, will arise.”

Enoch was instrumental in establishing the pre-eminent place of Michael among the angels & archangels. In later Jewish works, he’s said to be their chief, mediating the Torah, & standing at the right hand of the throne of God.

In the traditions of the Qumran community, he defends, or leads, the people of God in the end-time battle. In other writings, he’s responsible for the care of Israel & acts as commander of the heavenly armies. He’s Israel’s advocate, contesting Satan’s claim to the body of Moses.

He intercedes between God & humanity & serves as High Priest in the heavenly sanctuary. (So would this make him Aaron’s equal? We’re sincerely asking. Let us know your take in the comments.) He accompanies the souls of the righteous dead to Paradise.

The 7 archangels (or 4, as traditions differ, but always include Michael) were associated with the branches of the menorah, the sacred 7-branched lamp stand in the Temple, as the 7 spirits before the throne of God. This is reflected in the Book of Revelation 4:5. Michael is mentioned explicitly in Revelation 12:7-12, where he does battle with Satan & casts him out of heaven so that he no longer has that exclusive access to God as accuser (his former role in the Old Testament).

Satan’s fall at the coming of Jesus marks the separation of the New Testament from Judaism. In Luke 22:31, Jesus tells Peter that Satan has asked God for permission to “sift” the disciples, the goal being to accuse them. But the accusation by Jesus, who thus takes on the role played by angels, & especially by Michael, in Judaism.

Michael is mentioned by anem for the 2nd time in the Epistle of Jude, which is an impassioned plea for the believers to engage in battle against the incursion of the error. In verses 9-10, the author denounces the heretics by contrasting them with the archangel Michael, who, in disputing with Satan over the body of Moses.

According to rabbinic tradition, Michael acted as the advocate of Israel. Sometimes he had to fight with the princes of other nations (Daniel 10:13), & particularly with the angel Samael, Israel’s accuser. Their hostility dates from the time Samael was thrown from heaven & tried to drag Michael down with him, requiring God’s intervention.

The rabbis declare that Michael came into his role as defender at the time of the biblical patriarchs. Rabbi Eliezer ben Jacob said Michael rescued Abraham from the furnace into which he’d been thrown by Nimrod. Some say he was the “one that had escaped” (Genesis 14:13), who told Abraham that Lot had been taken captive & who protected Sarah from defilement by Abimelech.

Michael prevented Isaac’s being sacrificed by his dad by substituting a ram in his place. He saved Jacob, while still in his mom’s womb, from death at the hands of Samuel. Michael later prevented Laban from hurting Jacob. The midrash Exodus Rabbah holds that Michael exercised his function as an advocate of Israel at the time of the Exodus & destroyed Sennacherib’s army.

Epiphanius of Salamis (circa 310-circa 320-403), in his Coptic-Arabic Hexaemeron, referred to Michael as a replacement of Satan. Accordingly, after Satan fell, Michael was appointed to the function Satan served when he was still 1 of the noble angels.

A painting of Michael slaying a serpent became a major art piece at the Michaelion after Constantine defeated Licinius near there in 324. This contributed to the standard iconography that developed of Michael as a warrior saint slaying a dragon. The Michaelion was a magnificent church & in time became a model for hundreds of other churches in Eastern Christianity.

In the 4th century, St. Basil the Great’s homily, De Angelis, St. Michael over all the angels. He was called “Archangel” because he heralds other angels, the title archangelos applied to him in Jude 1:9. The angelology of Pseudo-Dionysius, which was widely read as of the 6th century, gave Michael a rank in the hierarchy of angels.

Later, in the 13th century, others such as Bonventure believed him to be Prince of the Seraphim, the 1st of the 9 angelic orders. According to Thomas Aquinas, Michael is the Prince of the last & lowest choir, the Angels.

Catholics often refer to Michael as “Holy Michael, the Archangel” or “St. Michael.” He’s generally referred to in Christian liturgies as “St. Michael,” as in the Litany of the Saints. In a shortened archangel, is mentioned by name, omitting Saints Gabriel & Raphael.

In Roman Catholic teachings, St. Michael has 4 main roles or offices. His 1st role is the leader of the Army of God & the leader of celestial forces in triumphing over the powers of Hell. He’s viewed as the angelic model for the virtues of the “spiritual warrior,” his conflict with evil taken as “the battle within.”

The 2nd & 3rd roles of Michael in Catholic teachings deal with death. In his 2nd role, he’s the angel of death, carrying the souls of Christians to Heaven. In his 3rd role, he weighs souls on his perfectly balanced scales. The scales are a common object he holds in art.

In his 4th role, St. Michael, the special patron of the Chosen People in the Old Testament, is also Guardian of the Church. St. Michael was revered by the military orders of knights during the Middle Ages. The names of villages around the Bay of Biscay reflect this history.

The Eastern Orthodox give Michael the title Archistrategos, or “Supreme Commander of the Heavenly Hosts.” The Eastern Orthodox pray to their guardian angels & above all, to Michael & Gabriel. The Eastern Orthodox have always had a strong devotion to angels. In modern times, they’re referred to by the term “Bodiless Powers.” Several feasts dedicated to Archangel Michael are celebrated by the Eastern Orthodox throughout the year.

In Russia, many monasteries, cathedrals, courts, & merchant churches are dedicated to the Chief Commander Michael. Most Russian cities have a church or chapel dedicated to the archangel Michael. In Ukraine, the archangel Michael is the patron saint of Kyiv. He became popular from the time of Prince Vsevolod of Kyivan Rus’.

While in the Serbian Orthodox Church, St. Sava has a special role as the establisher of its autocephaly & largest Belgrade church devoted to him, the capital Belgrade’s Orthodox cathedral, the see church of the patriarch, is devoted to Michael.

The place of Michael in the Coptic Church of Alexandra is as a saintly intercessor. He’s the 1 who presents to God the prayers of the just, who accompanies the souls of the dead to Heaven, who defeats the devil. He’s celebrated liturgically on the 12th of each Coptic month.

In Alexandria, a church was dedicated to him in the early 4th century on the 12th of the month of Paoni. The 12th month of Hathor is the celebration of Michael’s appointment in Heaven, where Michael became the chief of the angels.

Seventh-Day Adventists believe that “Michael” is but 1 of many titles applied to the pre-existent Christ, or Son of God. According to Adventist theology, Michael was/is considered the “Eternal Word,” & the 1 by whom all things were created. The Word was then born, incarnated as Jesus.

They believe that the name “Michael” signifies “One Who Is Like God” & that, as the “Archangel” or “chief or head of the angels,” he led the angels; thus, the statement in Revelation 12:7-9 refers to Jesus as Michael.

Jehovah’s Witnesses believe that Michael is another name for Jesus in Heaven, in His pre-human & post-resurrection existence. They say the definite article in Jude 9 identifies Michael as the only archangel. They consider Michael to be synonymous with Christ, described in 1 Thessalonians 4:16: “with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, & with the sound of the trumpet.”

They believe the prominent roles assigned to Michael in Daniel 12:1, Revelation 12:7, Revelation 16, & Revelation 19:14 are identical to Jesus’ roles, being the 1 chosen to lead God’s people & as the only 1 who “stands up,” identifying the 2 as the same spirit being.

Because they identify Michael with Jesus, he’s considered the 1st & greatest of all God’s heavenly “sons,” God’s chief messenger, who takes the lead in vindicating God’s sovereignty, sanctifying his name, fighting the wicked forces of Satan & protecting God’s covenant people on earth. Jehovah’s Witnesses also identify Michael with the “Angel of the Lord” who led & protected the Israelites in the wilderness.

Members of the Mormon Church believe that Michael is Adam (of Adam & Eve fame), the Ancient of Days (Daniel 7), a prince, & the patriarch of the human family. They also hold that Michael assisted Jehovah (the pre-mortal form of Jesus) in the creation of the world under the direction of God the Father (Elohim). Under the direction of the Father, Michael also cast Satan out of Heaven.

In Islam, Mika’il (Michael) is 1 of 4 archangels along with Jibril (Gabriel, whom he’s often paired with), Israfil (trumpeter angel) & ‘Azra’il (angel of death). In other Islamic literature, Michael is associated with mercy. He asks God for forgiveness for humans & is 1 of the 1st angels who obeyed God’s orders to bow before Adam.

From the tears of Michael, angels of mercy are created as his helpers. Like Gabriel, with whom he’s often mentioned together, Michael is also a messenger. While Gabriel delivers messages from Heaven to humans, Michael delivers messages to the angelic world.

As the angel to execute God’s providence, he’s also associated with natural phenomena & causes rain upon the lands. Unlike Christian traditions, Michael is rarely shown as a warrior-angel, with a few references to the Battle of Badr by Suyuti as an exception.

The Miraj literature on occasion mentions both Gabriel & Michael as 2 angels who showed Muhammad Paradise & Hell. He’s mentioned in Shia supplication (Dua), reportedly handed down by the 6th Imam Ja’far al-Sadiq, in the prayers for blessings for the Bearers of the Throne.

The figures of Michael & Gabriel/Jibril serve as dual pillars of angelology. While they show up in the same texts, their “personalities” & mythological roles are distinct. Michael is the celestial soldier & protector. While Gabriel is the bridge between the divine mind & the human ear.

The name Michael (Mikha’el) translates from Hebrew as a rhetorical question: “Who is like God?” This name is actually a battle cry used during the primordial war in Heaven.

In the Book of Daniel, Michael is described as the “Great Prince” who stands guard over the people of Israel. Jewish Midrash expands on this. It suggests that Michael is the high priest of the Heavenly Temple. When other nations’ guardian angels argue against Israel, Michael acts as the defense in the celestial courtroom. Because after all, God is the judge of all.

Michael’s most iconic role comes from the Book of Revelation. Here, he leads an army of God against the Dragon (a.k.a. Satan). He’s almost always dressed in Roman/Medieval armor, standing over a defeated demon/dragon, holding a spear/sword.

In Catholic traditions, Michael has a secondary role as the Psychopomp. A Psychopomp is a conductor or a guide of souls. The 1 who “weighs” souls at the moment of death. This is why he’s sometimes shown with scales.

In Islamic tradition, Mikail (Michael) is 1 of 4 archangels. While Jibril feeds the soul (through revelation), Mikail is the Angel of Sustenance. He’s responsible for the forces of nature, specifically rain & lightning. Legends say he’s so moved by the majesty of God that he hasn’t smiled since the creation of Hell.

In the United States, Michael is the patron saint of paratroopers, police officers, & the military.

In the General Roman Calendar, the Anglican Calendar of Saints, & the Lutheran Calendar of Saints, Michael’s feast day is Michaelmas Day (September 29). The day is also the feast day of St. Gabriel & Raphael, in the General Roman Calendar & the Feast of St. Michael & All Angels in the Church of England.

In the Eastern Orthodox Church, St. Michael’s principal feast day is November 8. November 21, if they’re using the Gregorian calendar. Honoring him along with the rest of the “Bodiless Powers of Heaven” (angels) as their Supreme Commander, & the Miracle at Chonae is celebrated on September 6.

In the Coptic Orthodox Church, the main feast day is on 12 Hathor (between November 9 & December 9) & 12 Paoni (between June 8 & July 7). He is celebrated liturgically on the 12th of each Coptic month.

On April 7, the Oriental Orthodox Church commemorates the deliverance of the prophet Jeremiah from prison by Michael.

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Bonus Free Book for March

Exactly as the post title says, I have a free bonus book for this weekend. It is my favorite novel (alas not my most popular) Beware the Ills, which is FREE today and tomorrow on the Kindle. I have been sharing this novel in chunks the last year, which you can read right here, but if you’re dying to finish it, just get the book. Dark fantasy, steampunk, weird POV, giant sword fights, cannibal monster guy, pet sasquatch, etc.

For the last 30 years he has been the sole protector of the legendary Diamond Town. Every hour it snows, howls, and storms. Every week, wave after wave of invaders crawl through the woods scouring for a bit of fame and glory on this lost island — and he cuts them all down with indiscriminate slashes of his sword. No one has survived being the Guardian as long as him, and the shadows are seething with vengeance in the forests and mountains. A vengeful cannibal from a lost invasion, ancient beasts stalking about the mountains waiting to attack, and a fresh new batch of invaders with a beautiful berserker and emotionless captain are just a few of the festering plagues on this cursed island. There will be no respite. There will be no end to the war and strife. The winters are growing longer, the cold harsher, and the enemies bolder. Take a walk in the footsteps of the Diamond Town’s Guardian and his world, through his own blood-weary eyes. Count your footsteps and mind the silence, it’s time to hunt, and to fill the graveyard again.

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March Free Book Giveaway

It is a purely Greenland Diaries theme book giveaway for this March. Today and tomorrow (March 14th and 15th), the first three books in my apocalyptic horror series are free on the Kindle. These books are part of a relaunch of the series with new edits, revisions, and polishings. It is the perfect time to get invested in this collection. Plus, I will have a new Greenland Diaries book coming out this summer entitled the Unnamed. It is a giant collection of short stories separate from the main narrative, but sharing the same universe. More details forthcoming. Until then, enjoy the free books below.

“It began with a drum. Then the monsters came. I’ve been hiding ever since.” The following collections of journals were recovered from a caravan outside of Duluth, Minnesota. The exact date of recovery is not known nor is the origin of the speaker. The Bureau for the Restoration of History (BFRH) would like help in identifying the man who kept these records. This unedited record of events is still considered the most accurate history of the apocalypse that occurred on April 15th, 2011.

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The following collections of journals were recovered from a caravan outside of Duluth, Minnesota. The exact date of recovery is not known nor is the origin of the speaker. The Bureau for the Restoration of History (BFRH) would like help in identifying the man who kept these records. This unedited record of events is still considered the most accurate history of the apocalypse that occurred on April 15th, 2011.All errors have been left intact in the effort to preserve historical authenticity. If you have any information about these diaries, please contact your closest bureau to speak to a representative.

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“They come for me at night. I will not outrun them. We can’t fight them every drum. They need to stop. They need to get away from me. I can’t keep fighting what I don’t see. When will it stop? There are faceless monsters in the night. There are faceless monsters in the day. People sewn together from dead parts like old clothes. I don’t understand it. Someone please help me.”

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Talking

The Drum did not stop its violence.

Other Unnamed had ceased their attacks on humans unless provoked. This one did not. It continued to kill and hunt them in daylight and moonlight. It preferred the shadows. It was the regular type of Unnamed, a towering black cloud with golden bones and spikes. Its hood was empty of any face or detail. Its back was prickled with points. Its claws were bludgeons and blades. It had survived the countless battles between humans and Reanimated, right up until the Drum’s destruction.

Then, when that song went dead in the abyss that was its mind, the Unnamed could not help but feel regret. It had not properly reanimated anyone. It had tried, over and over again with various victims during the Drum. Still, nobody could be its mouthpiece. A year of strife, rancor, and bloodshed had passed in the booming of the Drum, but the Unnamed still had not gotten what it wanted. There was no communication for it besides violent intention. Now, with the universal motivation of the Drum gone, this Unnamed was an outlier.

It was only a matter of time before humans or Reanimated killed it.

Still, the Unnamed had to try.

The monster lurked in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Minneapolis. The city had been mostly silent during the Drum, but since its destruction more survivors had trickled into the carved out buildings encrusted with green. The Unnamed waited for them in the shadows of debris. Sometimes they were armed and fired into its body as it lunged from the gloom, stabbing and swinging wildly, searching for the killing strike that would shatter its victims. Occasionally, in the confusion of gunfire, bullets struck its ribs or appendages, tearing away some of the dark energy coursing through its abomination veins.

It did not matter.

The Unnamed could still sink into the plants to heal, with or without the Drum. The natural world still favored its kind, and they would always have this relationship.

No human could ever understand.

The Unnamed knew it could not continue to kill, dissect, and rearrange humans for much longer. Other Unnamed who had pursued their old desires and dreams were hunted down by squads of humans and Reanimated. With good reason. The monster could understand why. There had been enough killing. Humans would never be able to completely trust them, even with the Drum gone.

If they knew why they were killed, would they ever understand?

Humans could not comprehend how easy they had it compared to the Unnamed. They could speak. They could communicate. They could talk among themselves in countless languages and sounds. The Unnamed could not do any of this. Some versions could, like the Puppeteer and some of the Gravity, but overall they were voiceless in a world that required speech.

That was where the Reanimated were meant to fill the gaps. They were supposed to be mouthpieces, instruments, and puppets for the Unnamed to communicate with the world. Instead, they became lost, their own entities, and rebelled against their creators. The Unnamed did not know they would have to kill to speak. That was not their original design, and their father, if he were around, might have instructed them differently.

Sadly, he was nowhere to be found.

More flash fiction from my book series the Greenland Diaries. This is from the POV of the lead monster in this story, the Unnamed. You can learn more about the book series right here. There are also other flash fiction pieces I’ve published on here you can read. Thank you for reading my work.

A Streetlight Requiem

It had lived in them for years.

It was in their dreams, fantasies, and nightmares. It followed them during the day, night, and everywhere else. It watched from rooftops, sewers, roads, and alleys. When it truly learned about them, long before the Drum woke, the world was different. There was less technology, fewer people, and less complexity. Their society was splintered by conflict and economic instability. Sometimes, the Puppeteer wished it could have studied different eras and times, but it did not possess that level of individuality when the Drum existed. It simply listened to the voices in the dark. It had no direction other than them.

The monster was sent out before the Drum had fully awakened. Something in the currents of shadow and reality stirred it. A disturbance from another time and place. The humans who survived, and who later learned of the future’s interference in their world, understood that the Unnamed were present before the Drum played its demon song. They did not know exactly when the Unnamed began to monitor them, but by their understanding of time it would have been around the nineteen fifties. It was through that familiar stretch of americana that the Puppeteer learned about their culture. Those images imprinted themselves into its phantom arms and through the various wires linked to the plants that would overtake the world when the Drum arrived.

The Puppeteer’s role in the apocalypse was to be the flame to the moths.

It was the dream weaver, the illusion maker, the painter of the old world the Unnamed had so violently destroyed. The Puppeteer knew that humans would eventually learn to avoid the monsters once they recognized their patterns. It needed to draw them back out into shadows and blades. So it forged the images. Cars, people, laughter, music, planes, entire cities gleaming with phantom energy became its nightly tapestry.

Out of all the spectral stories it told through its long arms, gray body, and hidden wires threaded through the unchecked bloom of vine and flower, it loved the streetlights the most. There was something about their glow. Their amber sheen bled through time and memory. That luminescence seemed unchanged no matter what else shifted or collapsed. The Puppeteer spent countless days and nights hidden in the apocalyptic underbrush and in plain sight. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years passed after its activation. Yet the streetlights were always the same.

Until now.

The Drum was gone. It vanished silently one evening after turquoise thunder lit the northern sky. The moment it disappeared, the Puppeteer felt no urge to create illusions or lure humans and Reanimated to their grisly fate at the edge of its family’s claws. It was free, a sensation entirely new to it. At first, the Puppeteer did not know what to do with the excess of time.

It wandered the city, walking between houses and treetops. Though faceless, the Puppeteer was more humanoid than most of the other Unnamed. It had gray, leathery skin, broad shoulders, and long, gangly arms. Its height and face were what made it truly monstrous. The Puppeteer stood nearly thirty feet tall, and its face lacked any real features except for a black hole that seemed to fold inward if stared at for too long. It once hid constantly, camouflaging itself day and night among rubble using mirages and spells. Its massive body was flexible enough to twist into impossible positions, allowing it to vanish into the ruined landscape.

Hiding was no longer necessary.

Now it roamed freely through rubble and green growth in the open daylight. Occasionally, human survivors fled at the sight of it, or fired their weapons in panic. More often than not, nothing interacted with the Puppeteer at all.

At night, the monster found itself unable to do anything but feel nostalgic.

It would settle somewhere in the wasteland, blending into the darkness as its skin adapted to its surroundings, like a cuttlefish drifting across a deepwater reef. From there, it would connect the green threads beneath its wrists into the surrounding vegetation. Long, wormlike strands crept outward, weaving through soil, asphalt, and ruin. Once they reached their chosen points, they ignited the darkness with illusions of the old world.

The Puppeteer was focused on only one image now.

Streetlights.

Dozens of them lining empty roads. The Drum no longer demanded lures for the living. Those days ended beneath the teal lightning that destroyed it. These visions were not meant to hunt. They were made purely for entertainment. The Puppeteer did not care if humans were drawn to them, though most survivors no longer trusted the glow of streetlights. It only wanted to see the old world again, the warmth and simplicity of amber rings stretching across quiet streets.

There was something calm and beautiful about them. The monster did not know why.

It only knew that it needed to see them.

If you haven’t encountered a Puppeteer from the mainline series of the Greenland Diaries, you might be a little confused. You can read about that right here. The Puppeteer is responsible for the various illusions and mirages that appear once the Drum takes hold in this apocalyptic environment. They’re sort of like the angler fish of this wasteland. Thank you for reading my flash fiction from this series.

The Leaning Gun

Doris was surprised she missed it.

The Drum was over.

The monsters were still lurking about, but they were mostly calm unless you fired a bullet in their direction. It was difficult to resist this urge after nearly a year of killing, fighting, and maiming. Even at Doris’s age, she still helped other survivors battle the Unnamed in the streets. She had lost countless friends in the process, but she was still happy she participated.

When the Drum started, she was retired, widowed, and somewhat abandoned by society in her small home in Robbinsdale, Minnesota. The monsters scared her at first. She hid in a crawl space beneath her steps. However, after watching so many people fight and die in the streets, between houses, and underneath beds, she could not hide her seventy year old self anymore. She found an assault rifle and learned how to use it. She became effective, quick, and stealthy, hiding in the layers of wreckage and greenery.

As quickly as Doris had begun to unleash bullets into the wandering shadows and fight for her home against the plants and illusions, the Drum was destroyed. The Unnamed were no longer tearing apart her home night after night, frustration and vendetta powering their golden claws. The conflict that had ravaged the world and carved it into a verdant ghost of its former self was over. There was still violence and monsters, but it lacked the same edge. They were no longer being hunted to the demonic percussion.

Peace had become surreal, off putting, and seemingly unattainable after such sustained rage.

Doris had found it surprisingly easy to fight the monsters.

She had always been quiet, especially in her older age. Nobody around the neighborhood really acknowledged her existence. She took walks along the streets alone, delicately minding the uneven bumps in gravel and asphalt. She never imagined she would be sneaking, bending, and hiding behind rubble while fighting otherworldly monsters. She did it anyway, and now it was time to stop.

Some survivors were forming ragtag bands to hunt down the Unnamed spread throughout the neighborhood and city. After a few engagements, most were killed. Refugees from the north, where the Drum had been destroyed, said the Unnamed would defend themselves. In doing so, they appeared more violent than before, if that was possible.

That afternoon, in the alleyway behind her home, Doris felt a violent pull toward her newfound but retired abilities. The corridor of abandoned houses was a green, debris laden tunnel of flowers, ivy, and partially crumbled walls. A few cats and dogs scrambled among empty cars and homes, looking for food and shelter. The winds were heavy, billowing the overgrown trees into long, bubbly shadows.

Doris stood beside her old vegetable garden at the end of her backyard. Some cherry tomatoes had come back. She picked them slowly with her veiny fingers, placing them into an old ice cream bucket. Doris was pale, her long gray hair tied into a ponytail with a black hair tie. She wore a white gardening apron embroidered with flowers. Behind her stood a silver tool shed that she had pruned free of plants and their extensions multiple times throughout the apocalypse. Leaning against it was her assault rifle. She did not know the exact name or brand of the weapon, but she knew what bullets it took.

A long, aching grind groaned from down the alleyway. It was the sound of golden bone being dragged along rock, grass, and every surface beneath its spiked edge. Doris’s green eyes fell on the black metal skeleton of the gun because of what was moving toward her.

It was the Red Unnamed.

A towering crimson cloud of points, claws, and ribs, adorned in a moving ruby storm that fluctuated between afternoon sunlight and shadow. It stood higher than some of the nearby homes, especially those whose roofs had collapsed beneath excessive foliage. Doris followed it with her eyes as it passed quietly, without interest, its obscene golden claw leaving a sediment wake behind it.

Doris’s gun would do nothing against this Unnamed. She had watched them shrug off bazooka blasts. It took dozens of survivors to kill just one.

“Don’t know what to do with yourself? I hear that,” Doris said, stepping into the alleyway behind it. “Me too. Though it is sort of nice we are both in the same position.”

The Red Unnamed stopped.

Doris laughed nervously.

“Uh oh,” she said. “You do understand me, don’t you?”

More flash fiction from the Greenland Diaries. You can learn more about the series right here. Thank you for reading my work. Writing about a character like Doris is something the post-apocalyptic setting offers me, and I might not have found her without it. One of the reasons I love writing fiction and monsters. The characters that reflect off that mirror.

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January Book Giveaway

For the month of January, I’ll be giving away the first three books in my popular, post apocalyptic horror series the Greenland Diaries. Perfect time to jump into it. The have fantastic monsters, a raw found journal voice, and tons of suspense. FREE on the Kindle today through Monday. Links and descriptions below:

“It began with a drum. Then the monsters came. I’ve been hiding ever since.” The following collections of journals were recovered from a caravan outside of Duluth, Minnesota. The exact date of recovery is not known nor is the origin of the speaker. The Bureau for the Restoration of History (BFRH) would like help in identifying the man who kept these records. This unedited record of events is still considered the most accurate history of the apocalypse that occurred on April 15th, 2011.

Click here to get the Greenland Diaries: Days 1 – 100 for Free

The following collections of journals were recovered from a caravan outside of Duluth, Minnesota. The exact date of recovery is not known nor is the origin of the speaker. The Bureau for the Restoration of History (BFRH) would like help in identifying the man who kept these records. This unedited record of events is still considered the most accurate history of the apocalypse that occurred on April 15th, 2011.All errors have been left intact in the effort to preserve historical authenticity. If you have any information about these diaries, please contact your closest bureau to speak to a representative.

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“They come for me at night. I will not outrun them. We can’t fight them every drum. They need to stop. They need to get away from me. I can’t keep fighting what I don’t see. When will it stop? There are faceless monsters in the night. There are faceless monsters in the day. People sewn together from dead parts like old clothes. I don’t understand it. Someone please help me.”

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Rising Apocalypse

Free Book Weekend

We’re back to Leave the Name in the free kindle book rotation. This is an excellent short story collection. It contains bits and pieces from my other universes, along with some unique narratives like Factory 9, which I will turn into a full length novel at some point. Science fiction, fantasy, horror, it is all here for your enjoyment. Free today, tomorrow, and Monday.

A collection of short stories from a variety of worlds.

During the Greenland Diaries, in the shadow of an apocalypse, a survivor awakens with no identity or hope. He only knows that the monsters worship him, and want to keep him safe. Off the coast of Key Largo, a group of survivors stumbles through survival in the wake of the drum. The scared live and the ambitious die. So is the reality of the drum.

On the Cursed Island, a new assassin appears on the blood-soaked shore. Their goal, to infiltrate the Diamond Town and battle the freshly appointed Guardian, who despite the weight of the sword, can still remember her name. For now.

In the dark cloud of Hidden Oaks Park; a woman’s dead husband stirs to life, a grocery store devours a young man, and a playground appears and disappears overnight. It all flows according to the monster living in its otherworldly center.

Two brothers hide in an abandoned robotics factory after radiation and monsters have ravaged their world. They find an unlikely ally, and search for a bit of hope beneath the nuclear snow and forgotten sun.

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Free Book Weekend

Back to the Greenland Diaries: Days 1 – 100 as my free book promotion for this weekend. Again, this is my big enchilada. The main event when it comes to my self-published books. There are five more books in the series. Short stories as well. I even publish flash fiction from the Greenland Diaries for free on this blog. So yeah, I nurture this story and universe. The first book is FREE today, tomorrow, and Monday on the Kindle. Get it now.

“It began with a drum. Then the monsters came. I’ve been hiding ever since.” The following collections of journals were recovered from a caravan outside of Duluth, Minnesota. The exact date of recovery is not known nor is the origin of the speaker. The Bureau for the Restoration of History (BFRH) would like help in identifying the man who kept these records. This unedited record of events is still considered the most accurate history of the apocalypse that occurred on April 15th, 2011.

Hit it HERE to get the Greenland Diaries: Days 1 – 100 for FREE on the Kindle

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Free Book Weekend

Alrighty, just to round out the trifecta of Greenland Diaries books being used in my free book promos, the third book in the series – The Greenland Diaries: Days 141 – 200 – is FREE today and tomorrow on the Kindle. Description below:

“It began with a drum. Then the monsters came. I’ve been hiding ever since.”

The following collections of journals were recovered from a caravan outside of Duluth, Minnesota. The exact date of recovery is not known nor is the origin of the speaker. The Bureau for the Restoration of History (BFRH) would like help in identifying the man who kept these records. This unedited record of events is still considered the most accurate history of the apocalypse that occurred on April 15th, 2011.

“They come for me at night. I will not outrun them. We can’t fight them every drum. They need to stop. They need to get away from me. I can’t keep fighting what I don’t see. When will it stop? There are faceless monsters in the night. There are faceless monsters in the day. People sewn together from dead parts like old clothes. I don’t understand it. Someone please help me.”

Click HERE to get the Greenland Diaries: Days 141 – 200 for FREE on the Kindle Today and Tomorrow

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Free Book Weekend

Today and tomorrow my short story collection Monsters, Monsters, Everywhere is FREE on the Kindle. This has horror, science fiction, and fantasy. The stories are freshly polished and edited. At the end of the book I even talk about what madness inhabited me while I composed these tales. GET IT NOW. Description below:

An ancient werewolf laments his annual, blood-soaked pilgrimage. A doll comes to life only when your fear gives it motivation. Empty spaces are a feeding ground for an ancient monster. A mother dragon will fight through anything for her stolen future. After a random tragedy at the hands of a flying nightmare, a sky pirate visits a haunted grave. A demon followed across a continent, pauses for a very human vanity. Robots in an apocalyptic hellscape need a purpose, even if there is no one to witness it. Mysterious gravestones and highways twist the ordinary into hells for a pair of friends and family. A young woman laments her true, mystical identity in the waves of a stormy sea.

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Adults

None of them knew what they were waiting for. 

They were sitting next to a navy blue Toyota Tundra, which had been thrown on its side by the golden claw of a Red Unnamed on the first night of the Drum. Since then, the plants had wrapped and covered it in a thick skin of vines and flowers. They were in an abandoned Target parking lot, which was spiked with other wrecked vehicles in various forms of destruction and decay. They’d used the store as their hiding place throughout the Drum. There were seven kids; five girls and two boys. They’d survived together since the Drum started and ended, dodging the shadows between the aisles and debris. 

Now, the Drum was destroyed. A dozen survivors travelling through the neighborhood had informed them just last week. The world had turned from terrifying to surreal with this news.  

“What do we need to do?” Levi said, sitting on a large rock used for landscaping outside the store. It was scored and dented with marks from stray bullets. The afternoon was sunny, warm, and full of cawing seagulls poking around the pavement. They had not lost this scavenger tendency during the apocalypse. Levi was seven, with long sandy blond hair and a round face. She was wearing a pink sweater with a unicorn on it. 

“What do you mean?” Lloyd said. He was sitting nearby, opening a can of green beans with a bright red swiss army knife. He was ten years old, with black braids that had become tangled, a narrow dark face, and broad shoulders. He wore some body armor that was too big for him. A rifle leaned on his shoulder. He still didn’t trust the Unnamed, even though the Drum was gone. 

He might always have a weapon with him after what he had witnessed the last twelve months. 

“The Drum is done, so what do we do now?” Levi asked again. She stood up and kicked a few pebbles with a white sneaker. They clattered away. The rest of the kids were checking the neighborhood for the Unnamed. Only a few had come through the area, drifting like spiked storms that were earthbound and broken. A few of the kids, including Lloyd, had wanted to fight them, but they were still scared. Other survivors had told them not to engage them. The Drum being gone made them less violent, but there was still the potential for malice. 

“We just keep going, I think. I mean, I don’t know if the world will ever be back to normal or if we’ll be back in school, or what’ll happen. None of those adults stopped to help us or do anything when they came through, so yeah, I don’t know,” he said. 

He grabbed a spoon out of a nearby backpack and began to shovel the food into his mouth.

“I’m tired of this canned food,” he sighed. “Maybe they’ll reopen McDonalds.”

Levi kicked a few more rocks, then sat down again. The air smelled of rock and vegetation. She sneezed and shrugged.

“I just want to be a kid again.”

This is flash fiction from my book series and universe the Greenland Diaries. You can learn all about it right here. This is a great story, with a truly unforgettable monster that evolves and changes. It is beyond unique. You can read a bunch of the Greenland Diaries right here as well. Thank you for reading my work.

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SOMETIMES YOU JUST WANT TO FISH

(Courtesy @dvs via Discord)

#NoMansSky
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Failed #Prophecies: The #Mythic Origins of the #OldTestament #Apocalypse

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWD93fGrPVY

Join #DerekLambert as we uncover the mythic origins of #apocalyptic #prophecy, tracing how #ancientHebrew seers borrowed flood #epics, dragon-slaying tales, and cosmic upheaval #myths from Mesopotamia, Canaan, and Egypt—and why their vivid predictions of “the #DayoftheLord” never came to pass.

Digital Being PC inhabiting a Medallion Disc

Ink Art from page 73 of The Mutant Epoch RPG Expansion Rules

This device looks like some sort of art déco style piece of ancient jewelry. 2 in 6 will feature genuine gold and silver decorative elements, and of these, 1 in 6 will also be fitted with gemstones which double the buy or sell price. They are very much like palm disks and feature the same chance of a potential add-on. Because they are worn on a stainless steel or leather necklace, they can often be slipped beneath a wearer’s clothing — although doing so blocks the digital being’s visual receptors unless the fabric is specially punctured or of a mesh material.

You can play these digital beings using the new rule book.
https://www.outlandarts.com/expansionrules.htm

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Wristwatch Projector
Ink Art from page 72 of The Mutant Epoch RPG Expansion Rules

Besides being an excellent projector that allows hands free use, this watch can also be worn under the wearer’s armor to better protect it — although anything blocking the topside projection emitter will stop the holographic image from appearing, seeing its surroundings or launching its shock generator or most other apps — yet the digital being can still verbally interact with the wearer.

Come say hello at this EN World thread:
https://www.enworld.org/threads/the-mutant-epoch-rpg-expansion-rules-book-is-finally-here.707667/

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Wristwatch Projector
Ink Art from page 72 of The Mutant Epoch RPG Expansion Rules

Besides being an excellent projector that allows hands free use, this watch can also be worn under the wearer’s armor to better protect it — although anything blocking the topside projection emitter will stop the holographic image from appearing, seeing its surroundings or launching its shock generator or most other apps — yet the digital being can still verbally interact with the wearer.

Come say hello at this EN World thread:
https://www.enworld.org/threads/the-mutant-epoch-rpg-expansion-rules-book-is-finally-here.707667/

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Wristwatch Projector
Ink Art from page 72 of The Mutant Epoch RPG Expansion Rules

Besides being an excellent projector that allows hands free use, this watch can also be worn under the wearer’s armor to better protect it — although anything blocking the topside projection emitter will stop the holographic image from appearing, seeing its surroundings or launching its shock generator or most other apps — yet the digital being can still verbally interact with the wearer.

Come say hello at this EN World thread:
https://www.enworld.org/threads/the-mutant-epoch-rpg-expansion-rules-book-is-finally-here.707667/

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Wristwatch Projector
Ink Art from page 72 of The Mutant Epoch RPG Expansion Rules

Besides being an excellent projector that allows hands free use, this watch can also be worn under the wearer’s armor to better protect it — although anything blocking the topside projection emitter will stop the holographic image from appearing, seeing its surroundings or launching its shock generator or most other apps — yet the digital being can still verbally interact with the wearer.

Come say hello at this EN World thread:
https://www.enworld.org/threads/the-mutant-epoch-rpg-expansion-rules-book-is-finally-here.707667/

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The Dreaded Pulviss
Grab it today at the recession friendly price of Pay What You Want! At
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For the mutant Epoch tabletop role-playing game.

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The Dreaded Pulviss
Grab it today at the recession friendly price of Pay What You Want! At
https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/524023/monday-mutants-31-pulviss

For the mutant Epoch tabletop role-playing game.

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The Dreaded Pulviss
Grab it today at the recession friendly price of Pay What You Want! At
https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/524023/monday-mutants-31-pulviss

For the mutant Epoch tabletop role-playing game.

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The Dreaded Pulviss
Grab it today at the recession friendly price of Pay What You Want! At
https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/524023/monday-mutants-31-pulviss

For the mutant Epoch tabletop role-playing game.

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Pulviss: Monday Mutant 31 just Released!

Don’t become the unwilling subscriber and rope-bound follower of this hulking mutie!

The Pulviss gets its name from the word ‘pulverize’. This apt name serves it well for both its brutal, multiple close-in attacks, as well as its bizarre need to dominate, demoralize and crush the willpower and self respect of those that it collects.

This collector of unwilling playthings, pets, and bait humans includes a 1d8 random mutation table, 2d12 table of possible humanoid thrall captives to rescue, along with a 3d6 table of collectibles that the beast carries as loot, or barter items when in the mood to trade for luxuries.

Link:
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Pulviss: Monday Mutant 31 just Released!

Don’t become the unwilling subscriber and rope-bound follower of this hulking mutie!

The Pulviss gets its name from the word ‘pulverize’. This apt name serves it well for both its brutal, multiple close-in attacks, as well as its bizarre need to dominate, demoralize and crush the willpower and self respect of those that it collects.

This collector of unwilling playthings, pets, and bait humans includes a 1d8 random mutation table, 2d12 table of possible humanoid thrall captives to rescue, along with a 3d6 table of collectibles that the beast carries as loot, or barter items when in the mood to trade for luxuries.

Link:
https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/524023/monday-mutants-31-pulviss

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Pulviss: Monday Mutant 31 just Released!

Don’t become the unwilling subscriber and rope-bound follower of this hulking mutie!

The Pulviss gets its name from the word ‘pulverize’. This apt name serves it well for both its brutal, multiple close-in attacks, as well as its bizarre need to dominate, demoralize and crush the willpower and self respect of those that it collects.

This collector of unwilling playthings, pets, and bait humans includes a 1d8 random mutation table, 2d12 table of possible humanoid thrall captives to rescue, along with a 3d6 table of collectibles that the beast carries as loot, or barter items when in the mood to trade for luxuries.

Link:
https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/524023/monday-mutants-31-pulviss

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Pulviss: Monday Mutant 31 just Released!

Don’t become the unwilling subscriber and rope-bound follower of this hulking mutie!

The Pulviss gets its name from the word ‘pulverize’. This apt name serves it well for both its brutal, multiple close-in attacks, as well as its bizarre need to dominate, demoralize and crush the willpower and self respect of those that it collects.

This collector of unwilling playthings, pets, and bait humans includes a 1d8 random mutation table, 2d12 table of possible humanoid thrall captives to rescue, along with a 3d6 table of collectibles that the beast carries as loot, or barter items when in the mood to trade for luxuries.

Link:
https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/524023/monday-mutants-31-pulviss

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Montage of assorted Digital Being personas

Ink Art from page 70 of The Mutant Epoch RPG Expansion Rules

Digital Beings go up in rank like any other character, however because they have a few features that physical characters do not, they use their own Rank Gain matrix shown below. If this character inhabits a cyborg, android or robotic body, then these bodies also grow stronger, adapts, and improves through adventuresome exploits, and therefore also go up in rank according to their type. See the section on Digital Being Starting Container or Body on the next page for which containers and body types are eligible to go up in rank.

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Montage of assorted Digital Being personas

Ink Art from page 70 of The Mutant Epoch RPG Expansion Rules

Digital Beings go up in rank like any other character, however because they have a few features that physical characters do not, they use their own Rank Gain matrix shown below. If this character inhabits a cyborg, android or robotic body, then these bodies also grow stronger, adapts, and improves through adventuresome exploits, and therefore also go up in rank according to their type. See the section on Digital Being Starting Container or Body on the next page for which containers and body types are eligible to go up in rank.

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Montage of assorted Digital Being personas

Ink Art from page 70 of The Mutant Epoch RPG Expansion Rules

Digital Beings go up in rank like any other character, however because they have a few features that physical characters do not, they use their own Rank Gain matrix shown below. If this character inhabits a cyborg, android or robotic body, then these bodies also grow stronger, adapts, and improves through adventuresome exploits, and therefore also go up in rank according to their type. See the section on Digital Being Starting Container or Body on the next page for which containers and body types are eligible to go up in rank.

https://www.outlandarts.com/expansionrules.htm

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Montage of assorted Digital Being personas

Ink Art from page 70 of The Mutant Epoch RPG Expansion Rules

Digital Beings go up in rank like any other character, however because they have a few features that physical characters do not, they use their own Rank Gain matrix shown below. If this character inhabits a cyborg, android or robotic body, then these bodies also grow stronger, adapts, and improves through adventuresome exploits, and therefore also go up in rank according to their type. See the section on Digital Being Starting Container or Body on the next page for which containers and body types are eligible to go up in rank.

https://www.outlandarts.com/expansionrules.htm

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Critical Hits for Hacking Attacks
Ink Art from page 68 of The Mutant Epoch RPG Expansion Rules

[Dice rolls of 01] Roll 1d10 Outcome of a Critical Hacking Attack

Roll result 10. System Overload! The target CPU suffers a cataclysmic override and bursts into flame amid a shower of sparks. The CPU takes 1d100 data damage and whatever installation, vehicle, body or container it occupies loses the next 1d6 turns and takes 2d20 endurance damage. If the harm from either of these two damage rolls is enough to finish off either the CPU or the body, then the target is fried and ‘dead’ and cannot be occupied by another digital being.

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Critical Hits for Hacking Attacks
Ink Art from page 68 of The Mutant Epoch RPG Expansion Rules

[Dice rolls of 01] Roll 1d10 Outcome of a Critical Hacking Attack

Roll result 10. System Overload! The target CPU suffers a cataclysmic override and bursts into flame amid a shower of sparks. The CPU takes 1d100 data damage and whatever installation, vehicle, body or container it occupies loses the next 1d6 turns and takes 2d20 endurance damage. If the harm from either of these two damage rolls is enough to finish off either the CPU or the body, then the target is fried and ‘dead’ and cannot be occupied by another digital being.

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Critical Hits for Hacking Attacks
Ink Art from page 68 of The Mutant Epoch RPG Expansion Rules

[Dice rolls of 01] Roll 1d10 Outcome of a Critical Hacking Attack

Roll result 10. System Overload! The target CPU suffers a cataclysmic override and bursts into flame amid a shower of sparks. The CPU takes 1d100 data damage and whatever installation, vehicle, body or container it occupies loses the next 1d6 turns and takes 2d20 endurance damage. If the harm from either of these two damage rolls is enough to finish off either the CPU or the body, then the target is fried and ‘dead’ and cannot be occupied by another digital being.

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Critical Hits for Hacking Attacks
Ink Art from page 68 of The Mutant Epoch RPG Expansion Rules

[Dice rolls of 01] Roll 1d10 Outcome of a Critical Hacking Attack

Roll result 10. System Overload! The target CPU suffers a cataclysmic override and bursts into flame amid a shower of sparks. The CPU takes 1d100 data damage and whatever installation, vehicle, body or container it occupies loses the next 1d6 turns and takes 2d20 endurance damage. If the harm from either of these two damage rolls is enough to finish off either the CPU or the body, then the target is fried and ‘dead’ and cannot be occupied by another digital being.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/0994923791

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