nemitode

we were climbing to the top of the world. looking for sonar interference and monsters. and the gps navigation went mad, and we watched satellites twirling down from the sky... strange sounds and whistling.. and the strange man with us, the wind threw him off the peak and blood exploded all around us.. so we fled down the valley, and we found a decrepit old gnarly house. full of dogs it was. and we climbed the first floor and looked out onto a grey asphalt patio, stretching out to the horizon. but every time we went back downstairs we found ourselves back at the same spot on the first floor. and there were strange neighbours, and we followed t

so we were lost in some massive gnarly place below the ground, all hope that it held an exciting mission fading as hatches closed behind us and we were trapped in the realm of Bad Things. i found a spiky machine full of embryos, and a scary bag lady who spoke riddles as people were getting dragged away and dissected. and i squeezed through a computer interface and searched the network for a way to the surface, and i was a blue wriggling worm at the edge of the firewall, but a hundred mechanical ether birds were watching every port and and we couldn't escape. and then inside the webspace, i found the experimental data, and the true extent of

dreamed of a scorched land.. blue fires dancing on the sand and thick red algae oozing in all the waterways that burned the flesh off any living thing that touched it… i had a camel called Steve -  but in all other respects it was a Bad Place to Be. and i was sneaking in the night, and found an ancient parchment in the crumbling walls of the city, addressed to me, and signed by me, and all written in riddles that made no sense. and the land got drier and apocalyptic orange suns swirled above and never set, and some sneaky bastard scorpion bit me on the arse as i pondered the riddles. and as i yowled in outrage, delirium came me and the s