You Sicken Me

No one would have believed in the last early years of the twentieth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man's.
I feel so sick. The flu is way stronger than they said it would be. I’m writing this in word because I can’t connect to my blog. It seems like none of the websites on the internet are working. I dunno if it’s the Martians or the flu… let me start over.
We were caught completely off guard.
One day, it’s all happy-go-lucky, blissful ignorance, going about our daily lives, confident in our dominion on this world, next thing you know there're lights on mars and canals and blackouts and satellites being disabled and destroyed… then the cylinders landed.
All over the world, cities and countrysides were bombarded by the massive devices, burrowing themselves into the ground. One hit the Supermall, as you all know. I had friends there. Their voices still haunt me.
One hit Rainer, our guardian volcano. The scientists up there said it destabilized the mountain, and began releasing pockets of ancient viruses. Hah. Who knew?
They came for Boeing. That’s why they came to the valley. They landed everywhere. New York, Japan… they practically perforated London.
Then construction workers in China dug one up. All over the world, they were half-unearthed. And then, they opened up. You know the rest.
The tripods stalked from hither to thither about our fair island Earth. Cities fell. Armies had no effect. Bombs were deflected by their bizarre shields. Even the weird stuff, like missile destroying lasers and stuff, had no effect. We were overrun.
My family and I had to be evacuated. All of Auburn did. We left on metro buses for Idaho. Spokane was already deserted, and the tripods were galumphing into it as we passed. A few hours later, the dams on the White River were broken and the valley flooded. Tripods came in to dig out their comrades.
Idaho doesn’t have an NFL franchise, you know that? We had to stay at Bronco stadium, at Idaho State. God almighty. Is this what the government’s reduced to, sending its citizens to live in filthy football fields because they can’t afford to protect us?
Well, I suppose this isn’t the same as with Katrina. I mean, we saw Katrina coming. We could have built up the levies in New Orleans. But this… OK, and the government really isn’t that much of a power now. So… I guess I’m just irritable. I think I’m bleeding in my brain, so excuse my rambling.
Long story short, the mountain blew. The viruses spread in the atmosphere. The tripods died.
And so, now, are we.
God its cold…
I’m so weak… I don’t think I can type anymore… fair well, my internet fans… I hope you’re out of the cloud area… so, basically, in Antarctica…
Blood is dripping out of my eyes…
If anyone finds this, please post it on http://auvalmarinv.blogspot.com so others will know…
Mood: hemorrhaging
Listening: “Forever Autumn” by Jeff Wayne
Yearn For: Coagulation

God Bless Influenza

At 9:34 PM last night, Mount Ranier erupted. The shockwave shook the windows here in the stadium. The ground heaved. The air soon turned black. This morning, we've learned that the ash has covered 75% of North America, and is stretching towards Europe and Asia tentatively.
It killed the Martians!
God bless influenza, the Martians can't stand the germs! The volcano blew and filled the air with disease, and the Martians fell for it! This is their weakness! We've won!
Air recon has confirmed that 90% of the Tripods on the west coast have toppled. The cylinders show no signs of activity.
We got 'em!
The British are preparing a hybrid disease of strep and anthrax for areas that will not be covered in the dust cloud. The earth's orbit has been altered by .03% by the eruption. The sky will be cloudy and red for 23-56 years. But it's worth it.
I think I have a cold.
Mood: Getting Sick
Listening: "Independence Day" by David Arnold
Yearn For: Nyquil

We're F**ked.

Last night a MacGuyver-esque ICBM arched into the midwest of America, where a phalanx of tripods was marching across the great plains. The warhead detonated at .5 miles above the ground. The explosion was 1024 times the power of the Hiroshima blast. The sky lit up all over the planet. It was seen from the shuttle.
We, in our filthy homes in Bronco Stadium (no wonder Napoleon Dynamite was such a freak, Idaho's making me want to drag wrestling figures behind buses), all cheered when the flash of light seemingly evaporated the Tripods on the big screen. We laughed. We cried. We imagined a martian exodus back to their grimy red homeworld. We imagined them cringing as we levelled atomic weapons at them. Perhaps some of us imagined then turning those same weapons towards other nations of our world, once again plunging our fair planet into cold (or not) war.
Of course, all we were thinking when we saw the tripods marching forwards still was "Oh sh*t."
The tripods are immune to nuclear power! Who knew! Our greatest weapon is completely innefective against them!
Our world is doomed.
Doomed de-doom-de-doomed.
Well, on the bright side, Mt. Ranier's gonna erupt real soon. Perhaps tonight. Perhaps tomorrow. Sometime soon.
The tripods have destroyed New Delhi, Capetown, Havana, Machu Pichu, Cyprus, Ankara, Athens, Buda-Pest, Munich, Vienna, Prague, Rome, and Ho Chi Minh City are gone. The world is on the brink of absolute destruction. Spokane, by the way, was the landing site of a cylinder. It is gone from us now.
Someone just peed on my computer. I brought along a few old wireless routers from home, so the network here can hold a few more than normal.
Tomorrow may be my last post.
I'm scared.
Mood: Ready to Die
Listening: "War of the Worlds Theme" by John Williams
Yearn For: The end

Sweeping the Valley

This post is coming live from the metro bus they're using to evacuate us to Idaho. Turns out it has Wi-Fi access. Go figure.
The Martians destroyed the White River dam a few hours ago, flooding Auburn Valley. It's assumed this has been done for two reasons: 1) it allows them to excavate their comrads at the Supermall ruins in peace and 2) they've wiped out Boeing and the FAA posts for this entire part of the state. The Martian groundforce now has air superiority.
As I understand, there's been considerable headyway in Seattle, London, and Washington DC. The British have been collapsing buildings on the Martians as they try to enter the city, and blowing bridges out from underneath them.
In Seattle, the undercity is being rigged with explosives so that the whole tripod force just comes crashing down as it tries to penetrate the inner defenses.
In Washington DC, where the president and friends are still pinned down because of their heat rays, the Army has been using all sorts of high-tech equipment, like missile destroying lasers and stuff. I dunno how it works, but it really doesn't. They say the White House will be destroyed in 12-24 hours.
No matter. By midnight tonight, the Nuclear Strike will be ready. The Russians have provided the warhead (where did they come up with one so fast? All ours are depleted and unarmed), the US is using a booster rocket from the shuttle. The idea is that they'll certainly wipe out any conventional bomber or ballistic missile. Therefore, we'll hit 'em fast and hard, wiping out their shields in one hit, vaporizing the tentacled bastards and letting us get home in time for cornflakes.
Chalk one up for democracy.
Well, they say they need to conserve battery power, so they're turning off the Wi-Fi. There's a guy yelling at me right not to turn it off. Post tomorrow with images of the flooded valley and some toasted Martian. C-ya!
Mood: Patriotic
Listening: "Dreaming of Mars (Total Recall)" by Jerry Goldsmith
Yearn For: Nuclear Proliferation

Martian Invaders

Let history show that Friday, at 11:30 PM PST, the Martians invaded Earth.
The first notice of something wrong was at the China Excavation. the workers had unearthed the massive cylinder and were trying to examine it. Apparently, about a half hour before midnight, the top of it suddenly began to rotate and unscrew. Nobody knew what was going on. People were hanging from the top and got thrown by it, as the cap was spinning fairly quickly. It fell down with a resounding thud (crushing 20 workers and a crane), and a strange device appeared at its mouth. The device was described by those who saw it as a broken ring, about five feet across. The ring was about 6 inches across. At the center of the ring, where it connected to the long tether holding it up, a glowing red bar was visible. This object appeared to scan the present crowd for a period of thirty seconds, before emitting a high pitched screech or howl of some kind. The sound was acompanied by an intense heat, felt but not seen, that apparently cooked everything in its path. The entire gathering was practically wiped out by the force of the heat.
All around the world, the cylinders were popping. Those still buried deep underground, like the one here in Auburn, are relatively silent even now, most likely because their passengers remain buried inside.
The Martians, for who else might they be but interlopers from our neighbor, fourth planet in the sky, came out of the cylinders saturday morning. The cylinders at DC, New York, all of London's, Seattle Harbor, Texas, and any that were at least partially unearthed released their deadly loads. They came in what can only be described as towering tripods, thre or four stories high if they're an inch. The devices are constructed in an unusual manner:
The feet of the craft are wide and stretch out far on either side. The actual "ankles" are about 6 feet wide and taper to a four foot width, at which point two large "toes" come out, with a thrid stabilizing one on the back (towards the center of the vehicles). The angles are attached to the body first by a thick metal cord or pipe or similar structure, then by a strange flap or shoulder mechanism. These are in turn attached to the central body by a gyroscopic rotor, whcih allows the vehicle to turn and go in any direction it wishes not unlike a tank. I wish I hadn't jsut made that analogy.
The main body of the craft is small and very light. It's a bent wing shape on a pyramidal base, with pincers at eather point of the wing. These open up to reveal a glowing green point that can emit a spray of greenigh black gas that destroys the lungs and eats away at the flesh. The ring device, the Heat Ray, if you will, is mounted on a long slender tether that appears from an apperture at the front of the craft. There are six of these.
The head, or cockpit, or whatever it is, is curved and smooth. The windows are tinted, so we cannot see our invaders. The top of the craft contains three additional windows, so the aliens can get a good laugh out of seeing our bombers try ineffectually to stop them.
The tripods marched into almost every major city on the planet within twelve hours. By 9 PM, New York, Tokyo, Sydney, and Madrid had fallen. By Sunday morning: Paris, Moscow, Berlin, Beijing, Kyoto, Los Angelos, Amsterdam, Mexico City, Brazilla, Anchorage, Toronto, and Cairo. It's accelerating. Once the Tripods start moving, no more news comes out of that area.
The Tripods are protected from most of our weapons. This appears to be a repelling force, not like a force field, but like antigravity. Like Neo in the Matrix, where the bullets stop, except it keeps going, and they go shooting back at us. This makes fighting the Martians difficult.
For example: A Tripod was marching on Baghdad a few hours ago. A US jet, targeting the alien colossus, dropped a "smart bomb" on it. The bomb was pushed away and landed in a field three miles away. The Martians used their heat rays on the jet, destroying it in mid air.
It's not yet certain if the nations of the world will go "the distance" in an attempt to repel the invasion. The war could turn around at any moment, as we have so much technology we have not yet tried against them. They may, for instance, be vulnerable to Macintosh computer viruses, or cowboy yodelling. All that's certain is that we want to wait as long as possible before using the "N-Word".
Tripods have marched into Auburn Valley. They appear to be trying to free the cylinder buried under the Supermall. I look out the windo and can see them, surrounded by that green gas that does them no harm. It doesn't even kill bacteria, the scientists say, nor birds or deer or fish or anyhting. Just primates. I wonder how they managed that.
There have been earthquakes recently, in other news. Maybe the mountain'll blow and kill them before they kill us.
Mood: Elated. What do you think?
Listening: "The Hands of Fate" by James Newton Howard
Yearn For: Martians go home

Geothermal Virii and Cylinders?

Two new revelations for you today, folks:
1: Scientists studying Mt. Ranier say that the object that clipped the mountain released pockets of pressurized air or something. Anyways, inside this air, they found evidence of an ancient strain of... I think it was Influenza. Anyways, it's close enough to modern flu that everyone with a flu shot's gonna be safe and healthy. It might hurt the ecosystem, they said, but if the mountain blows it'll far outweigh any impact the flu might have.

2: In China, construction workers dug up the object in a crater near the border with India. It was a giant cylinder.
For real.
Physicists at... was it harvard? Somewhere, some college, they said it might be caused by gravitational something or other, but the Chinese say it's a perfect cylinder. Apparently, it's about two thirds of a kilometer long (or tall, I guess, 'cause it's stuck in crooked), and about a quater of a km wide. Huge. Wonder if that's what's buried under the Supermall.

Mood: Shocked and curious
Listening: "War of the Worlds (radio broadcast)" by Orson Welles
Yearn For: Carrots

Supermall Explosion

Thursday, September 29th, 2005, at 10:30 AM, in Auburn Washington, 657 people lost their lives in a massive explosion at the Auburn Supermall.
Words cannot express how this makes me feel. I knew a few of the people (skipping school apparently does not pay).
According to the police statement released a few hours ago, an object of some kind fell from the sky and slammed into the ground in the Carousel Court of the Supermall, killing men and women and teenagers and children where they stood. The blast knocked out power to downtown Auburn. The object, whatever it is, has become buried deeply in the earth in the ruins of the Supermall. The fires spread quickly, destroying the rest of the Supermall, the Wal*Mart, the Denny's, YMCA, and School District bus station. It's terrible. The air still smells of smoke, even in the heavy rain.

What's more, this is apparently not an isolated incident. Other objects landed in the harbor at Seattle, Central Park in New York, the Commons and Woking in London, Rangoon, Paris, Red Square, Machu Pichu, Alaska, Somalia, Baghdad, etc. One hit a golf course in england, another sank Kansai Airport in Japan. One imbedded itself in Mexico City, and another crushed an oil field in Texas. Most distressingly, one clipped Mt. Ranier, causing geo-thermal instabilities. The entire state is on the alert.
What's going on around here?
Mood: Shocked and Depressed
Listening: "I'm Casting My Lasso Towards Sky" by Slim Whitman
Yearn For: Peace for the families of the lost.