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This work is one of my own authorship; a page compilation of remarks on survival, philosophy, politics, and planning- it goes beyond the normal survival works which provide lengthy how-to instructions or lists of prepping supplies and delves more into the unorthodox side of nuclear war; for example, while nuclear weapons are terrifying, even worse is that hundreds of nuclear plants would melt down after such a conflict and release massive quantities of far worse radioactive material regionally, poisoning the entire world for centuries.

From dealing with corpse removal to decontaminating soil my hope is that if a nuclear war does occur, this guide can save a few lives- maybe even a whole society.

119 pages.

A Teaser From "Sickness In Hell"

What follows is a brief teaser from Sickness In Hell; my forthcoming splatterpunk novel. It's been years since I wrote the first drafts and it is finally taking form.

If Pillwaff and her cronies had bothered to let the monitoring staff know what Henry had been up to days before, they might have been a little more vigilant- those mushrooms growing in the slurry-tainted swamp separated from the intake stream by only a few yards of loose dirt had finally made their way to fresher water- which didn't benefit their growth, but didn't stop them either. Some of those spores had gotten into the intake, and the decaying filter screens installed long ago hadn't stopped them so much as they had provided the perfect dirty, greasy substrate for them to take hold inside the water ducts under the plant. The rusted, leaking pipes there weren't helping, and the entire system was, unknown to anyone in the plant, ripe for infestation by fungal colonies.

The situation worsened over the next few minutes as well; the intake system quickly began spawning hyphae and little, almost microscopic bits of mushroom flesh were now circulating freely past the filter, as the happy little fungus growths pushed their feeding receptacles to the other side of the filtration sheets. With no way to monitor the filtered water (for such technology did not exist in their aging plant) those in the monitoring center could only ring Pillwaff hours later when they finally bothered to check the indicator lights and tell her that they should close things down for the afternoon and have someone replace the filter system. Pillwaff wanted to go home and wear bondage gear while watching dwarf porn anyways, to get herself all greasy and sweaty, so she didn't give a shit and switched everything off herself.

Down in the shipping room annoying Sally had already been told to go home, but decided to be anally retentive as always and commanded the last truck to dock anyways and she'd load it herself. She didn't like unfinished work- her raging obsessive compulsive disorder drove her mad and she wouldn't be able to sleep if the hams weren't packed and shipped before five o'clock sharp. It wasn't hard- years of doing the odd lifting job herself when others weren't willing or present had left her muscles bulging with veins- perhaps she was stronger physically than any of the men in the plant.

She had no idea the batch was tainted with mutated, slightly radioactive fungus- it's not like the people in the monitoring center really communicated with anyone else in the plant- Sally had just assumed that the filters were clogged by a dead muskrat or some other unfortunate animal had drowned and gotten sucked in, its corpse slowly dissolving into sediment as it flattens against their water intake. She didn't know shit about water systems anyways- who cares?

After the Ashes: Surviving the Coming Nuclear War

I've already written about this more recent work on other platforms, but I figured I should probably sum it up here as well if this is to be a dedicated literary site for my works.

In the past I've read somewhat apocalyptic material- most of it is prophetic and religious ("War's End" by Wing Anderson comes to mind) or else is dedicated more to survival skills in a general sense without a necessary focus on recovering after a cataclysm that could very well endanger man as a species.

With that in mind I wrote "Ashes" much for the same reason I wrote the still-forthcoming "Fruits of Eden" for occult herbalism- as a sort of measured fusion of material on general subjects that for some reason was never fully synthesized. In the former case, a synthesis of survival strategies and post-apocalyptic philosophy, in the latter case a synthesis of how-to and encyclopedic content with historical context. In both cases a work specifically fulfilling this niche was lacking or at most unknown to myself.

"Ashes" then goes beyond simply proposing ways for an individual to survive and goes on to elaborate on how man can survive collectively- it contains both aspects because both, I judged, were equally important. It leaves the reader to determine how serious the content should be considered and whether to pursue the (often explicit) mentions of other material of worth in such a cataclysm, such as Seton's work on woodcraft for its enormous amount of boy scout style content, or perhaps military guides or guides on basic medicine which might be of value. Instead of producing 500 pages of minutiae in the realm of survivalism (which has already been done and would thus be redundant) I instead focused mostly on philosophy and logically working through situations which may arise after a nuclear war has actually occurred.

I like to believe that the cover design also has a purpose- brightly colored and glossy so that it will not easily be lost amongst the ash and rubble after a nuclear situation has happened.

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