Immaculate NES Five: Blood From A Stone

An Ark for the Wolves

The powerful American corporations that had nearly run the USA in the Past Times fled to California as the world crumbled. They retreated around centers of great American Industry such as silicon valley. The wealthy business men joined ranks, dug in, and profiteered in the age of wars and hunger. Their joint resources allowed them to enjoy the worlds luxuries as they watched the world around them crumble on 70” HD TVs.

They called it the Ark. Great hydroponic farms, solar and wind farms, geothermal, super computers, anything to maintain a microcosm of civilization. As the dust settled, they climbed out to claim their place as almost Gods to the bewildered survivors.

The Fall of LA



A battle raged so long the region in and around Los Angeles, the reasons, the cause and the parties involved have been lost to time. The armies, with no homes left to go back to, made peace and settled there. With the haunting skeletal hulks of skyscrapers served as shrines to the fall of man. The survivors of the war huddled around small camp fires made from whatever was around.

By this point much of the old food stores were long gone. Due to the culture of “green” in California before the great collapse brought some changes easier for the Californians. Many of the survivors were use to backyard gardens. Soon the survivors added raising livestock. While cattle and dairy cows did survive the great cataclysm, Californians turned to smaller and easier to raise animals for meat. Pigs, Chickens, and new specials to the American diet, Guinea Pigs, Dogs, and Iguanas saw their way on to plates.


Of Wolves and Sheep - Part One

Oppressive and cruel, the sun beat down on the associates of Manpower Inc, District 2919, as they toiled. With basic tools they picked at the ground, constructing a soon to be irrigation channel deep in the Californian heart land.

A supervisor or by the name of Jack Carpenter had been assigned to watch this stretch of the project. Sweat poured from his brow as he sat in the shade, filling out paper work. “God I hate this place,” he muttered to himself as he swept his forearm across his forehead. He took a minute to observe his associates, he felt some pity for them. More so he was glad to not be one of them.

“Three days out here, and it looks like we have barely made a dent,” he thought, “I wish we had a front-end-loader.”

He had seen pictures of them in text books. One day they would be common place again, promised the Magnate, but Jack feared that the wonders of the past time would never be recreated. The few mechanized machines where reserved for special projects. Jack was requisitioned 2 teams of burrows, a few wheel barrows, and a few dozen shovels to go with a few dozen associates.

The one tool he had that wasn't descendant from the past times was the couching wand. A small hand held device, that could be used to activate a pain inducing implant in any of his associates. He despised using it, but it often was the only way to 'motivate' underpaid, overworked, and disenfranchised employees. Yet, Jack faced far worse punishment for not making plan.


Target Corp.



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