THE DAY THE EARTH TURNED

[Maharg67]

ZOMBIES AND TRANSFORMATIONS

Graham McMaharg

 

Graham made his way along streets lit as normal by light-poles and other means. He moved with care and sensed groups of people hiding in houses and apartment blocks behind barricades and locked doors. Some groups were using some banktrucks to deliver goods to people and also doctors, nurses, social workers to check on people. It was safe to say that normal social and economic activity was at a stand still.

 

He realised that Hana was walking with him as he was half way down the second street but accepted this for he sensed that she could more than look after herself. In her arms she held Toodles the cat, who also was projecting power in a subtle fashion.

 

When they approached three zombies trying to get into a car where two foolish teenagers cowered, Toodles jumped to the ground gracefully and Hana raised her hands. With a sparkling shimmer one zombie became human again but was changed, was now a seminaked young woman enhanced of mind, body and spirit. She ran from the zombies and towards Graham Maharg even as Hana turned a second zombie into a enhanced human, a man, with the power of manipulating life energies. The third was also enhanced just as the first was, being a younger man.

 

Hana sighed. "I feel tired now. I can only do a few zombies or demonics at a time."

 

But it was more than enough and Graham realised that something very special had happened that would change human destiny. He sighed and scratched his bum. "So, this is Foottrot Street. We are close to the South Plaza Shopping Complex. You want to go do some looting?"

 

Hana sighed at him. "You can be very naughty, Graham, and anyway the soldiers or police might shoot you. You said they shoot looters when things get bad."

 

Graham nodded. "Okay, we will only take what we need given that it is an emergency situation."

 

The teenagers had gone out to the car for some private heavy petting. They rushed back to their apartment block and the transformed zombies came to Hana. They focused on her mostly and seemed more than a little wary of Graham. Maybe it was because of the high powered rifle he was hefting or the wild grin on his face or the sharp look in his eyes. Anyway they talked with Hana and not him, assuring his little sister that they would come with her if she wanted. Hana got embarrassed a little and nodded acceptance.

 

So the six of them, including Toodles the cat who was back in Hana's arms, set out for the big shopping complex.

Edited October 21, 2010 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

NOTE: DEMONSNZOMBIES 2, THE FIRST PERSON 3D SHOOTER

Graham McMaharg

 

A corporation called Amazing Games had brought out the first person shooter in a crazy maze of a huge underground maze. The game was only partly successful because of some bugs and becuase of its shortness of playing time and relatively small number of monsters. Compared to other games coming out at the time, it bombed. The corporation went broke and Graham bought up the game which he soon realised he could improve using hidden capacity in the game that the company had not begun to fully use. Graham expanded the maze, added more monsters, added other features and made the game zanier. Below are some facts about DemonNzombies 2.

 

Maze is made up of grey rock tunnel and chamber areas, red brick and wooden areas and some more xotic ones. In these areas are found items that can not be interacted with such as paintings, sculptures, barred windows looking into strange cells full of green mist, suits of medieval suit armour and a few others.

 

But some of these now had copies that were now interactive such as armoured suits that came to undead activity as phantom monsters inside armour, paintings that changed when touched to show clues, sculptures that shifted to show buttons that opened secret doors or triggered booby-traps on the player, barred windows that crashed open so shambling green slimy flying creatures came out to attack the player.

 

Monsters were basic zombies (shamblers), running zombies (sprinters), zombies with body-armour and swords (slashers), zombies body-armour and pistols, rifles or submachineguns (shooters), hulking zombies with body-armour and flame-throwers (scorchers), hulking zombies with body-armour and miniguns (shredders), basic red-brown firedart throwing subdemons, basic red-brown fireball firing semidemons bigger, more powerful than subdemons, burning flying demonskulls, demonic mists that could appear to take over an NPC or die and thirteen boss monsters.

 

Foes were those who fought both the heroes and the monsters being: firstly daleks armed with blasterguns or rocket-launchers or miniguns; secondly monstrous women called radfems armed with ultrasonic schreeching along with big kitchen knives as led by Mother who was bigger, more powerful; thirdly, crazed religous fanatics with white hooded robes running around with glowing broadswords or autorifles or flame-throwers. Lastly a mixture of giant rats, giant spiders, savage ghosts, lashing whip-vines, giant man eating plants, rogue robots with lasers (like nasty versions of Robbie the Robot) and karate kangaroos.

 

Apart from the Player, who played a male or female adventure with a choice of various classes and skills, there were friendly forces as companions and to be found wandering the mazes in groups or staying in specific places. Companions were one human much like the Player except for one of the following: dogs, hawks and robots. Wandering friends were machomen with body-armour and autorifles or submachineguns or light machineguns along with amazons in tight black body-armour, slimly voluptuous of course, with lasers, blasters or missile-launchers. Fixed groups could be machomen or amazons but also could be nurses in white minidresses and with submachineguns, merchants with stores guarded by robots or SafeZones with buyable short term companions, special vending-machines selling instant robots and prize-chests that could grant special bonus companions.

 

Other items were interactive such as elevator chambers, vending-machines, water fountains, prize-chests in the SafeZones, ammo-boxes, ration-boxes, medikits, treasure-boxes, random valuables, special items of value, artworks of high value and some others including special vending-machines in the SafeZones.

 

Graham had given the game away from his website but had asked for donations. When he found out that his cousin was selling the game for a profit, he began planning to hurt his cousin but then the blue things crashed down through the roof of his house.

Edited October 21, 2010 by Maharg67

[gormonk]

ROM check Fail????? good story thus far... keep up the good work

[Maharg67]

THANKS, GORMONK!!!

 

GOING TO THE BIG BIG SHOPPING COMPLEX

Graham McMaharg

 

The six of them were careful and they saw patrols of soldiers along with raging, berserker demonics rushing along or shambling zombies. The sounds of gunfire drifted to them from the distance at times, muffled by buildings. As they moved Graham pointed out the castle and the others were impressed as they were at other big structures that had emerged in all directions at the edge of the city. When a flight of Hawker Hawk supersonic multirole fighter jumpjets raced through the sky, he knew it was from the new military base for such amazing machines did not even really exist on that world. At least they were not supposed to.

 

A shimmering, shivering effect went through everything and when it finished the city was expanded from being the town it once was. New suburbs, new facilities, old facilities doubled or tripled in size and also some crazy wonders. Now, as they kept going, they noted that the petrol cars had been replaced by more futuristic electric vehicles with solar panels, rechargeable Ecells and multifuel generators that were much safer than the vehicles they had replaced. Same was true for other vehicles such as buses, ambulances, specialised police vehicles, trucks and many others.

 

More shimmering, shivering moments followed.

 

Small robots zipped along on wheels, being clever three wheeled devices, humming along as they did many basic tasks. When they saw zombies, they kept their distance but reported the creatures to the police, military forces in the city.

 

A couple of yobs were cursing and kicking the Ecar that had replaced their horrible hoon rumbler and did not see the zombies shambling towards them. Graham almost let them get eaten but he warned them and they scowled at him, then ran off to leave him and his group to deal with the threat. Except they ran straight into some savage demonics who ripped into them before Graham could do anything. Hana went to work again, hurling energies at the three demonics who looked like twisted elderly ladies and the two dying hoons.

 

Hana fell asleep as Graham held her. The demonics were now angelics, glowing lightly with true light. The two hoons were enhanced and one also had the elemental abilities of true light, a power most deadly against demonics and zombies. The zombies had failed in transformation, all three crumbling away as the souls passed on in death.

 

Graham knew he had overlooked some important matters, some things to do with what he had done in the past and what was happening now, but he was distracted and could not quite remember what they might be.

 

Almost too late did he remember that the great Alice Castle was populated by a fantasy medieval type civilization of humans, elves, gnomes, brownies and other creatures who would not be too comfortable with modern human civilization on his world for many reasons. Then there was more for in the crazy version of Alice Springs, yes that was perhaps the name, he had created such things did not matter but here, now, there could easily be conflict.

 

But Alice Castle of the Alicians was not the only new factor arising in that crazy changing area. No, there was the fanatical Field Marshal Rear Admiral at the great Citidel of Patriotism who controlled an army of fanatics in power amour, fanatical cyborgs, fanatical programmed androids and robots that were no less fanatical. Even the cooks, the cats and the pigeons were fanatical. Fanatical about what? About protecting the world against what they considered abnormal things, Commies, Nazies, mutants, alien invaders, Avon Ladies, mimes and other suspected threats.

 

The group was now eleven strong and it moved steadily towards the now much bigger, hulking SuperDuperMart that now sold almost anything one could possibly think of.

 

Graham looked up and realised there was a soft shimmering in the sky and he realised that Mother Nature had not liked what was happening and had isolated the new region, and its madness, in some kind of transdimensionalition transductional transreality type phase shift time-space bubble in relation to the theorum of dynamics in the passive and active forces and antiforces of the Multiverse of universes, both dynamic and antidynamic on a cohesive and yet anticohesive level. Sounded good as far as he was concerned though he had to admit to himself that he didn't understand any of it. Still, he considered he might be able to use it at parties to seduce lovely young women with.

Edited October 21, 2010 by Maharg67

[gormonk]

ahh ha now i under stand where this is leading :thumbsup: i wont tell

[Maharg67]

THEN YOU MUST BE AMAZING GORMONK :laugh: BECAUSE EVEN I AM NOT SURE WHERE I AM GOING WITH THIS :thumbsup:

 

APPROACHING THE SOUTH PLAZA SUPERDUPERMART SHOPPING COMPLEX

Graham McMaharg

 

Even as they got closer to the great big shopping complex, they could see great big revolving 3Dsigns advertising Personality Designed Dreams, Superjet Speeder Skycars, 101 Taste Explode In Your Mouth Toffees and other such delights. Groups of refugees guarded by soldiers sped past in army and consficated civilian vehicles. Many such convoys also carried loot taken from buildings of many kinds towards the edge of the town, the edge of the great big bubble.

 

Yet not all were running. Some were staying home or going to the new SuperDuperMart like flies drawn to honey.

 

The numbers of zombies were becoming less over all but the groups were becoming bigger. As for demonics, they appeared to have vanished.

 

Then they heard from the distance much fighting and soon they saw evidence of battle between the Australian Defence Force and the fanatical followers of Field Marshal Rear Admiral. Jets were trying to shoot each other out of the air, the F18A5 Super Hornet supersonic jets and Hawker Harrier subsonic jumpjets of the RAAF fighting the supersonic Hawker Hawk jumpjets of the Overlord's Forcetroopers. Graham frowned hard as he watched an F18A5 explode in mid air in a most horrific and dramatic fashion. The Royal Australian Air Force was outnumbered, outgunned and out flown by an evil force that Graham himself had foolishly added to reality. Or was the truth so simple?

 

A Hawker Hawk exploded, showing that the Australians pilots were more experienced and less damned over confident.

 

As they got closer to the actual shopping complex, the group noted vast car parking areas with groves of trees like small forests where lived tame pygmees who hired themselves out as shopping trolley attendants. There were hundreds of parked cars, most of which were Ecars and most of which actually had no owners. Small groups of people were moving towards the shopping complex, often catching free Etrams humming softly along monorails. Some folks were leaving the shops with happy grins and loads of flashy looking goodies in fancy multiple coloured packaging.

 

At once Graham became wary and suspicious as he always did when too close to happy bargain shoppers. He had a terrible fear of being swamped by crazed bargain seekers raging along in a heedless swarm of insane greed. Hana took his hand so as to reassure him and to stop him from shooting any customers for the wrong reasons. Toodles purred softly.

 

Graham said, "This reality is being captured in a bubble. Soon I must depart from it and go into the outer world to see what is happening there. Or at least pretty soon. A nice super sized double deck chicken bacon egg cheese steak salad burger with triple spicy sauce and a large side order of ships with garlic sauce would go down a treat right now. Oh yes, and a litre of fresh made iced coffee with cream, icecream and some chocolate bits on top. Of course a big slice of rocotta cheese cake would help with the digestion. Then I could finish off with a second order of chips with sour cream this time."

 

Apart from Hana and Toodles, who would both get some of the food and drink, the others looked slightly appalled. Hana giggled and then reassured the others that Graham could more than handle such a feed. When he ate it, it helped not to actually watch too closely for one's own comfort of mind but this was normal enough.

 

They kept on moving as in the distance a fair sized building exploded with much savagery.

Edited October 21, 2010 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

IN THE GREAT CAR PARKING ZONE OF THE SOUTH PLAZA SUPERDUPERMART SHOPPING COMPLEX

Graham McMaharg

 

Graham stopped to speak with some friendly pygmees who were nervous about going out from their treehouse villages to push shopping-carts. He passed over some family sized chocolate bars, fruit and nut flavoured as beloved by shopping-cart pygmees, and spoke to Chief WatchOutForThatCar. The pygmee stood on a wooden stool in his blue shopping-trolley attendant jumpsuit decorated with small bones, large teeth, colourful badges and bottle caps. The badges all showed the great Goddess Betty Boop whom the pygmees worhsipped in their own profound fashion.

 

They sat in a wooden chamber of the pygmees decorated with such traditional totems as larva lamps, ceramic ducks on the wall, inflatable plastic armchairs and singing trouts on the wall along with highly amusing bumper stickers. Much of the furniture was made of wood but some was made up of stolen shopping carts cleverly broken up and put back together in strange ways; the shopping cart furniture was useless as furniture but the pygees didn't seem to mind that.

 

Graham paused as a couple of jets screamed overhead. Americans had sent in some assistance and now their Super Hornets were fighting the fanatical pilots of Field Marshal Rear Admiral. The jets came from an American Multiple Role Base where American pilots often trained. But something had changed. The aircraft of both the Australians and Americans had improved, upgrading instantly if they were in or later entered the bubble enclosed zone. Now the Super Hornets were far more agile, harder to damage and had more lethal weapons. The Australian Hawker Harriers could fly faster, going just over Mach-1 if they wanted to do so and were also improved in other ways.

 

Then Graham spoke. "How you going, Chief WatchOutForThatCar?"

 

The chief scratched his bum, a clear sign of manhood, and shrugged slowly and dramatically. "The shopping trolleys do not roll and the Betty Boop, where is she to guide us? Oh fates, what will happen to the poor shopping trolley pygmees? Where will we go? Where are the signs of the Three Toed Frog and the big long shopping cart collector elevator thing-a-ma-jig?"

 

Hana was playing with some very small pygmee children as was Toodles while the others waited patiently.

 

Graham gave a profound nod. "Haven't got a clue what you are talking about, chief, but really, if you could get there I would let you live in my steadily expanded wondrous secret base. It has great big garden domechambers. Still, you wouldn't leave your trees behind." He grinned mildly.

 

But the chief, realising Graham had not really meant the offer as genuine, grinned back even more. "Our trees are famous South American Walking Longstriders. Those old enough will walk there and we pygmees will take the young. Your generous offer is accepted. Oh, don't frown so. We will bring very good treasures and deep secrets that we shopping cart pygmees brought all the way from the ancient stone supermarkets of Deepest Amazon South America."

 

Deepest Amazon South America were an ancient chain of bargain rich supermarkets with a fine range of international snacks and reasonably priced red wines. Only problem was that every one hundredth customer used to be sacrificed to the gods which caused a downfall in customer popularity for some reason.

 

Graham suddenly smiled. "Fantastic. I will have three of my people take you there."

 

The chief nodded. "And I will have three of my best scouts and three of my best warriors go with you for they are very good at dealing with zombies and demonics. I would give you three beautiful young companions of amazons but they are too small for you."

 

Graham grinned. "I accept the amazons. I can change my size you know and anyway, they will make fine companions for Hana."

 

The chief sighed. "The amazons are my daughters. My wife is going to give me a good head knocking. Oh well, one lives and learns. No harm done!"

 

Then a wooden pot flew through the air and, hitting the chief on the head, knocked him off his wood stool. His wife did did not agree with him.

Edited October 21, 2010 by Maharg67

[gormonk]

ahh the wonders that comes from the multy-verce and anouther mind that fully understands how infanitly complex it is

[Maharg67]

ENTERING THE GREAT SOUTH PLAZA SUPERDUPERMART SHOPPING COMPLEX

Graham McMaharg

 

An angelic (once a demonic elderly woman) and two physically, mentally, spirit enhanced humans went with the shopping-cart pygmees and their walking-trees to the secret base, that was slowly but steadily expanding and evolving, beneath Graham's family house.

 

Two angelics, one enhanced human, one enhanced human with life-elemental ability and one with light-elemental ability, moved on with Graham, Hana and Toodles. They came to an entrance where zombies were busy fighting with aggressive, arrogant shopping complex security guards. The security guards zapped the zombies with tazers, shot them in the head with 9mm semiautomatic pistols, clubbed them with nightsticks or shot them in the head with .32 revolver-pistols. The guards were budget priced androids, known as dolldroids, shaped as big breasted blonde bimbos in tight body-armour and blue fatigues with boots and visor-helmets. The zombies would knock them down, try to eat them and then back off as if confused for their teeth could not do damage to android bodies. Problem was the dolldroids were not very smart and kept trying to shoot and zap the zombies even as they ran out of electric charge and bullets.

 

This time it was Graham McMaharg who reached out and altered things but not the zombies. No he enhanced, upgraded the androids and now they became smarter, more versatile and they served him in a semiautonomous fashion. He grinned at the blonde bimbo brigade and Hanna thumped him in the side, giving him a dirty look when he turned to her. So he gave up his evil plan with a sigh. Even as he did Hana reached out and transformed a zombie. Except it failed and crumbled into burning black ash. She sighed and tried again. A second zombie crumbled. Hana looked mildly annoyed but crumbling zombies took little energy so she tried again. A zombie became a transformed human, enhanced, and ran towards Hana and the others.

 

But before Hana could try to transform the other five zombies, long range sniper shots of powerful calibre destroyed them all.

 

Hana frowned. "That is not very good."

 

Graham shrugged. "Maybe the shooter wanted to help us."

 

Hana shook her head. "The shooter is a demonic who shot the zombies to stop me from turning them to serving the Light."

 

Graham sighed. "Service to the Light. Very interesting idea that. I suggest we enter the shopping complex before the demonic sniper tries to shoot us."

 

But that did not happen. They went through large power-doors of armoured glass that slid to either side and then a second set as the twin pairs served to try to conserve the air temerature inside and electrical use. It was quite cool now and they found themselves in a big shopping arcade hallway (shopping mall) with a half-deck up halfway from the main floor. Groups of fearful but grinning people were pushing shopping carts full of 'Special Demon and Zombie Attack Bargain Priced Goods'. Graham looked around through armaglass to big displays of wonderful goodies and he realized that he was actually quite wealthy, credit wise.

 

He spoke to the others. "No need to loot, I have $1,000,000 in secure credit. Now, let's shop."

 

But then he saw 'them' and his buying priorities changed.

Edited October 21, 2010 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

MEETING SOME STRANGE HEROES?

Graham McMaharg

 

There they were, real genuine hero types and Graham McMaharg was most impressed.

 

There was Santa B-Clause with his red suit filled out by a muscular bulky body who carried a huge 8gauge quadruple barrelled pump-action shotgun with extra computational laser sighting and built in pikelet maker. Santa B-Clause was clearly not happy. He hefted a huge backpack full of presents, a special backpack that was bigger inside than outside.

 

There was Lara Cleavage who was in her tight, tight bodysuit of special ultra high tech armour and with her always perfect harsh environmental resistant hair and skin. Her hair flew out behind her, all silky, despite the air being quite still. Parts of her moved in seemingly impossible ways. She carried a monster assault-rifle with a built-in grenade-shell launcher, rocket-grenade launcher, flame-thrower, depth charge launcher, SAM launcher, AAT launcher and water-pistol.

 

There was Sam Canine, a great big German Alsation dog with a mean attitude and an unlit cigar hanging from one corner of his mouth. He had a huge steel spiked collar of tough leather and a chain led from it to a cut off hand of the last thug who dared treat him like a mere dog.

 

Graham grinned. Hana frowned while the pygmee amazons went all protective over her.

 

Graham spoke. "How you lot going, then?"

 

Same Canine spoke with some difficulty because of the cigar and because he was actually a dog. "Could be better, could be worse. This damned messed up reality of yours is going all suppressed. What are you going to do about it before we are all crushed?"

 

Graham snorted. "A, show some respect. I created you characters for the DemonNzombies game. Nobody or nothing is going to be crushed. This microverse will continue to exist in its own right. I got $1,000,000 shopping credit and I am not afraid to spend it."

 

Lara Cleavage smiled super warmly at him, she couldn't help but do so because she was programmed to do so. "Sexist pig, you set me up so that I must desire you. I hope you are pleased, you filthy degenerate monster."

 

Graham looked thoughtful and then he nodded. "Well, I don't really feel too bad and you are very attractive."

 

"Why, thank you!" She beamed at him, walked over and kissed him but then slapped him. "All the real people are leaving, are going to the real Australia, to the real Earth."

 

He nodded, one cheek having red lipstick marks and the other a red mark from being slapped hard. "Well, the trick is to make a stable door between the microverse and the universe, a kind of secured transdimensional airlock. Its a good thing I have my secured transdimensional airlock gateway maker at home. I think its in the basement next to the decloner indunction unit or is that the three in one Martian Invasion repulsion module?"

 

She frowned softly at him. "Let's go shopping."

 

Santa B-Clause rumbled. "Yes, yes, we go shopping now and then we force children to take gifts even if they don't want them. Aaahhhh ha ha ha."

 

The canine gave the warped santa a dirty look of contempt but said nothing.

Edited October 21, 2010 by Maharg67