One would expect much ado about a space ship crashing in the middle of the Eurozone, but even when weather conditions do not preclude human surveillance sattelites from detecting abnormal activity, very little information about alien and human extraterrestrial travel reaches beyond the Hierarchy’s grasp. Although some technology (e.g., Digital Image Processing) poses problems, generally […]
Author Archives: Tobias Vennet
End Manifest, p.6
Approximately three hours after midnight; Two childhood friends, Mourad (21) and Fabrice (20), are on their motorcycles driving home from a high school classmate’s birthday party in Braine-l’Alleud’s youth centre. There is literally nothing in sight except agriculture covered in darkness as far as the eye can see. They’re on a dirt road in between […]
End Manifest, p.5
The human clones are transported in two cavities on the broad side of the Kraey starship—males above, females in a lower cavity. Wazdog has a copy of the Hierarchy’s cargo manifest and quickly counts the number of suspension pods in the lower chamber and then climbs up to make sure the males are also the […]
End Manifest, p.4
The cargo vessel in which Wazdog materializes is called a Gichcqoan. Roughly the size of a small plane (although it lacks wings, so using a yacht to describe its form is perhaps better), it looks like a red cone-shaped dried up sea cucumber that spins laterally through space. The ship’s interior is mostly made of […]
End Manifest, p.3
They all ran down a set of metal stairs that was attached into a vertical shaft dug by humans to connect what was once a breeding chamber with a antechamber of the tower’s ovule. In the inner sanctum, a group of clerics have already done the necessary meditation exercises to displace Wazdog’s astral projection onto […]
End Manifest, p.2
The closer you get to a tower’s walls, the more its syphoning effect begins to disrupt an individual’s sorcery. Psionically, the inner sanctum is like the eye of a storm, calm and focused, while everything in close proximity to it is like the rushing vortex of a tornado. For the Australian, “Mister White”, it is […]
End Manifest, p.1
On the blasted hills of Saturnus—not the actual planet, the occult dreamscape, a parallel plane of existence—two warriors make their way across the desolation towards a Nekraeytian tower, an aftertought of Jaromil’s Gift. One hundred years, this technological adoption of extraterrestrial architecture has withstood the assault of fanatic liberation moralists. Today, this chapter in extradimensional […]