Dies the Fire

ORDERS

Benedikt Margeir: Civver_764
Nationality: Icelandic
Pre-Change Occupation: Head captain of a large fishing ship
Location: In the suburbs/outskirts of Reykjavík
Followers: 10
Food: 30
Survival Skills: 4
Organizational Skills: 2
Scientific Adaptation: 1
Archaic Knowledge: 1

-The group will continue to take up residence in the mess hall, especially with the inhabitants of Reykjavik getting more and more restless everyday that the technology doesn't come back.

-When the government officials come and request that they surrender their food, Benedikt will make the executive decision and give them all 30 units of food, trusting that there is more than enough food on the island and that it will come back to them shortly. Plus the government isn't exactly the thing you want to be making enemies with in times like this.

-Benedikt will also send an ambassador from one of his followers to the government offices and make arrangements to set up fishing expeditions along the coast, led by Benedikt, to further provide food for the island. First they will gather all of the dead fish on the coast, and then once that's gone they'll use old fashioned wooden fishing boats and fishing poles.

-Worried about the chaos in the capital city, and fearing for the safety of his fellow Icelandics, Benedikt will head into the city and try to "recruit" some followers. In exchange for helping with the fishing and providing food for the island, they will be able to have full protection inside the mess hall, and eventually some settlements on the outskirts of town where the danger is much lower. He will try to mainly recruit able-bodied men and their families, and probably around 20-30 of them, depending on how much food arrives from the government.
 
Spoiler :
Orders

-Gather together 5 of my farmhands and the supplies, as mentioned in my backstory. We will meet the other crofters and begin the five mile treck to Ardgour. Each crofter has around five men with him all laden with supplies. Everyone is carrying improvised weapons such as sickles, pickforks, large sticks etc.

-My five younger, fitter farmhands will be given the task of fortifing and defending my croft with my wife Alieas overseeing them. To start off they will gather wood and loose stone from the surrounding countryside to build up the walls of the croft. They will build a very large corral to hold the sheep in temporarily and they will gather the cattle onto the in-bye. Any groups who arrive seeking food will be told to head to the village and anyone who tries to give trouble with be fought off if necessary.


Question Time

Do Iain and his wife Alieas count as followers or not?

Do modern alloys, fibers etc. still exist or have they magically disintergrated? If it is the latter how are people in cities even able to clothe themselves and why are buildings still standing?

Are they NPC groups out there wandering around, as the players are, trying to organise humanity or will NPCs only be those required by players and random bands of robbers every now and again?
 
Orders, Phase 1:

- Explore the Supercollider facility. Within 24 hours, it should be apparent that electronics don't function, and even magnets and compasses don't work. Convince some guys to rerun basic grade-school level physics experiments; figure out how laws of physics have changed.

- Dallas is burning; the flames should be visible on the horizon at evening. (Though why plane crashes still set things on fire, given the rules of the world, baffles me.) Bike to Fort Hood, show DOE credentials, tell the generals there that DOE physicists are trying to figure out what's going on. Ask for military protection.

- Suggest that the Army set up a heliograph system for long-range communication. Signal mirrors go a long way in Texas, and Army radio men still know Morse.

- Persuade the Army to begin a disaster relief operation in Dallas--evacuate as many people out of the Dallas-Fort Worth metro area as they can. Even though the city's burning, relief points can be set up along the interstates. In the first few days, water and shelter are vital for basic survival; these things need to be distributed. If gangs are encountered--well, bayonets still work, and the M-16 continues to make a perfectly functional club and polearm.

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Orders, Phase 2 [contingent on what happens in Phase 1]:

- Try to find the FEMA Regional Administrator in Denton, north of Dallas.

- Continue investigating physical phenomena. Can energy be stored in springs? Flywheels?

- Secure grain elevators and water supplies around the ruins of Dallas. Get people moving supplies to the refugee camps.

- After water, shelter is most important--get survivors into tents, under tarps, into churches, schools and public buildings; find medical professionals among the survivors, and get started triaging.

- Find somebody, anybody, in state or federal government with de jure authority.

- If there are any firemen or emergency responders still , try to burn a fire break in the outer ring of suburbs and get the fires under control. Obviously, hoses and hydrants won't work--a controlled burn is probably the only thing that will save any parts of the city at this point.

- If time permits, start dealing with sanitation and piped water--it's going to be manual pumps or Archimedes screws into the water towers for now, but flush toilets are going to go a long way towards preventing plagues.

Story up shortly.
 
Nothing has disintegrated. Gunpowder fails to ignite, gasoline fails to combust to any significant turnout or energy, and electricity fails to be generated by any means. Also I'll judge follower status once I get to the updating.

Petroleum still lights on fire, but to be honest, I don't truely understand the concepts enough to explain everything. It's not my apocalypse, but as far as I can tell from the books, flamable materials still can burn, just as they could before, but energy cannot be created from engines and the like.
 
The crowd was complaining loudly at the priest who, flanked by a bishop and a cardinal, attempted to ease the Catholic gathering. Down the street aways, a rival protestant Church had a similar gathering.

"Listen to me, the Lord-"

"Ach, the lord! Wot the Lord din fer ye?" came a deep Scottish brogue from the back of the crowd. He was not a Catholic but he was a rabblerouser - probably sent by the Protestants to bring over a few of these disillusioned Irishmen into the Anglo church, thought Simon.

Simon Wales made his way along the back of the crowd, which was blocking the cobbled street in front of the cathedral. Right opposite the cathedral, the neon on The Fightin' MacDonagh's bar was nonilluminate, and a little leprechaun could only be made out from the black wires snaking around each other.

"Ah dinnae ken why ye all be bendin ovar backward's fer tha lawrd, even after the bloody sod smacked ye ovar the face with this unholy light."

Okay, maybe not Protestant. Simon slowed somewhat in his walk, his eyes scanning the crowd now for the source.

He was a big soul - as Scots usually are. Six foot four and muscular, on his back was a heavy broadsword. He was dressed in a kilt and perched on his head of curly red hair was a black and red striped tam. On top of all this was a thick red beard - he looked like he was lifted right out of Sir William's army.

"Oh, quiet, you Scottish brute! We know ye just love the English false god." came an Irish voice out of the crowd.

"Quiet yerself ye puny Leprechaun! Ah care not fer the god-damn English innamore than you, 'n frankly it is very greatly irritatin' me that ye all damn fools be makin' such an un'oly racket outside my damn bar!" retorted the Scotsman.

"Listen!" the priest shouted again, above the increasingly agitated murmur, "The light is a symbol of God, surely! He is testing our faith!"

"All due respect, father," came the Irish voice heard earlier, "But wha' kind of bloody test is this?"

The murmur got more and more agitated, and the priest hesitated. He leaned back slightly and the bishop and cardinal whispered hurriedly into his ear. He nodded sharply and leaned forward again.

"It is a test of our faith," said the priest with renewed vigor, "Designed to see if we have not lost our grip on the Old Ways, to see if we can live as Solomon once did, as Paul once did, as St. Patrick once did!"

The murmur became half jeers and half assenting. The Irish voice came again from the din: "Okay, so, God wants t' see us live just as they did. But we cannot, father! People are starving terribly, I mean look around ye: children strangled in cribs, folks fightin' their emaciated dads o'er a scrap of meat! Belfast is starvin', father - this ain't a test - it's a massacre!"

"Just like the flood!" came the priest, quick as lightning.

"But did not God say," interrupted Simon suddenly, in a voice deep and rumbling that penetrated through the air thickly, causing the crowd to fall silent, "'Never again?'"

Silence. The cardinal and bishop quickly conferred with one another, and the priest stuttered.

"W-w-w-well y-yes, bu-"

"And was it not said, that in the Rapture there would be a battle?" Simon was advancing through the crowd now, making his way to the cathedral, "But I see no battle, and I have seen no man lifted into the hereafter, neither."

The trio of clergy now stared at Simon Wales, who stood before them with a deep air of confidence. Simon turned to face the crowd.

"Here ye, my countrymen!" he said dramatically, "This is no act of Jesus Christ, our L- of Jesus Christ. This is not the Rapture. And if it is not the Rapture, then what, my fellows, what is it?"

The crowd was mostly silent, many of them interested intently in what Simon had to say next. Some of them left, disgruntled - upset that their holy man was no longer talking.

"As a man of science, ah can tell you it is no act of nature, either. It must be an act of some force beyond our power to understand, but I can tell you these men of God so-called cannot tell you its motives any more than a tater.

"But I beheld the light, and I could see clearly. I was struck blind, my brothers, but when the light came my vision was restored in a glorious moment. The Holy Light is not a curse, I tell you, but a blessing in disguise. It will usher us into an era of true glory, not armageddon, and all I ask of you, my brothers, is that you look up and behold it in all its glory, for it lives on in all of us."

Silence. As he spoke, a strange coincidence took place. The clouds parted just so, that a beam of light fell upon Simon and illuminated him, and as he stood, arms outstretched to the sky, the people were awestruck.

"My brothers, follow me," he said slowly, and quietly, "And I will give you salvation."

Simon continued away from his spot and the crowd dispersed slowly afterward. Simon stood at a point down the street some ways away from the cathedral and found to his surprise a decent gathering of men and a few women approaching his position. One of them was the Scot.

"Well, I dinnae ken anythin' 'bout the light," said the Scot, "But I do like the cut of your jib."

A slight smile appeared beneath Simon's beard.

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ORDERS:

Have some folks delve into the information stored on paper in the Botanical Gardens as we continue to stock up. Make it our "base of operations" and take advantage of how defensible the greenhouses are to stockpile garden tools as weapons. We can knock off some of the heads of hoes and scrape several spears from them.

We'll send an expedition north, somewhat into the way of danger - led by Simon - to find a Praktiker. Inside, we'll be able to find some tools that will be able to assist us - mainly anything sharp or blunt (though we want to find screws, sheet metal, and small hand tools as well). We'll also be able to find seeds. Get seeds en masse.

Have the folks who found information in the gardens figure out a way to retool the gardens to grow food more efficiently than out in the surrounding area. We don't have technology, true, but with effective tilling of the soft, loamy soil we can make it conducive to crops.

Any convenience stores/grocery stores we encounter along the way? We must preach to the inhabitants and convert who we can.
 
Starting the update now. Unlike in other NESes, I will accept orders right up to the last moment. If you have previously provided standing orders for previously updates which still somewhat apply for the current, I will continue along previous paths you have set. If you have sent no orders for two straight turns, you will be dropped, not even mentioned in the NES. Afterall, with billions dying, what's a few more?
 
Setup story, set 1 hour pre-Change:

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"Hello again, everybody. It's good to see all of you again. So, you've all gotten to go down and see the linear accelerator and the detector, right, and gotten to ride the train around the tunnel a little? Great."

Mrs. Kinnon's sixth grade class was the last for the day--they'd staggered the field trip this year due to a few ongoing experiments, and after this talk the schedule would be clear.

"So, I know you all came here last year--I see a lot of familiar faces in the crowd--and I know this is your last year coming here, so I'm going to talk about something a little different to all of you. Can anybody tell me what science is?"

Silence reigned. A hand tentatively went up, in the back of the conference room.

"Uh... is it the scientific method? Forming a hypo-thesis, then testing it, and making it a theory?"

"Not quite. It's true that the scientific method is what they teach you in science--but that's not what science is. All science is--is making predictions about the world, using math. But there's a lot buried in there, that I'd like to talk about today."

Victor walked over to the white board, and started drawing pictures. "So, today, I'm going to prove to you something you've heard, but probably have never seen--that sound is really just waves in air. And, at the same time, we're going to measure the speed of sound. So, I know a lot of you play in band, and so you've seen this before--it's a tuner, that will play an A for you. Now, we know an A is 440 hertz--oscillations per second--which means that if you take a string of the right length and you vibrate 440 times a second, you'll hear the note we call an A. We also know, from measuring different kinds of wave, that the speed of a wave in a medium is equal to its wavelength--the distance between any two peaks of a wave--times its frequency. So if we could just see a wave--we could measure its wavelength. Now, I have *here*--" he lifts up a twelve-foot section of PVC pipe--"a chunk of PVC pipe with holes drilled in it every centimeter. Now, I've connected it to the natural gas pipe in this room, and I'm going to turn on the gas."

The spigot started hissing. "And, because it's dangerous to let gas accumulate--I'm going to light it on fire." Victor runs a lighter across the twelve foot pipe, and small flames start dancing over the holes. "And now--I'm going to put a speaker next to this end of the pipe--and you should see--there we go!"

The schoolchildren gasped in amazement. The pipe hummed, and the flames formed an unmistakable wave pattern. "There we go. Now, does someone want to measure the wavelength? Oh, good, we have a volunteer. Now, what do you get? 67 centimeters? Very good. Now we do the multiplication--and we get 290 meters per second. Not bad. Now, can we check? Say we play a note at 880 Hz. We'd expect to see waves every 33 centimeters. And so we turn up the volume--and ah-ha! Do you want to measure the wavelength? What do you get? 34 centimeters! We just made and tested a prediction."

"This is what science is. We collected data to come up with a theory about how the world works--we took some shortcuts, because we could build off of other people's work--and we used that theory, that the speed of a wave is equal to wavelength times frequency--to make a mathematical prediction about the world. We tested that prediction, and that gives us confidence that our theory is correct. And, meanwhile, we've said something really profound about the universe."

"You might think that this is stupid, that this equation--v = lambda * f--really doesn't tell us anything interesting--and you'd be wrong! This is an incredibly powerful equation, because it tells us something about *all* waves. Can anybody else think of something that's a wave?"

A hand shot up in the back. "Light's a wave!"

"Exactly! Light is made up of waves. This tells us that the speed of light is equal to its wavelength times its frequency. In the late 1800s, other scientists took some measurements, and they found out that the speed of light is constant, no matter where they measured it. Because of this little equation, we had to rethink all of our physics--until someone named Albert Einstein came along, and invented relativity--all because of the speed of light. Anybody else?"

"Uh... atoms?"

"Sort of. Electrons--which are part of an atom--can be treated, mathematically, like waves. This is how an electron microscope works--we can use the fact that electrons are waves, and they interfere with each other just like all other waves, to study really really tiny things. And that's what's amazing--that using science, we can come up with some laws of nature that don't ever change--we call them laws, because we've never seen them broken, not even after looking for five hundred years. And now--we're going to have some fun. We're going to play some music through this pipe, and we're going to watch what happens to the fire--huh, looks like something's wrong with the outlets in here. Excuse me--I'm just going to step into the hall..."
 
Nothing has disintegrated. Gunpowder fails to ignite, gasoline fails to combust to any significant turnout or energy, and electricity fails to be generated by any means. Also I'll judge follower status once I get to the updating.

Petroleum still lights on fire, but to be honest, I don't truely understand the concepts enough to explain everything. It's not my apocalypse, but as far as I can tell from the books, flamable materials still can burn, just as they could before, but energy cannot be created from engines and the like.

Right--this is one of the things that really bugged me about the series--Stirling's worldbuilding was exceptionally lazy. Taking away engines and electricity won't take us back to Masculine Feudal Civilization; they'll just set us back to about 1850 or so. Horse-drawn reapers and cotton pickers still work; industrial civilization probably won't even collapse.

Hell, given that windmills and waterwheels are known to work, it just means that your factories will be clustered around rivers and waterfalls like they were in the New England mill towns...
 
Sorry for not being able to write a story for this turn, I'm on spring break and my internet access is going to be limited this week as there's much more distracting things going on, lol. If I miss a deadline or two please don't punish me too much as I may not have computer access.

As for orders, continue gathering food and start organizing firefighters in town to help with food distribution to the town, working alongside the police officers to keep the peace, etc.
 
Right--this is one of the things that really bugged me about the series--Stirling's worldbuilding was exceptionally lazy. Taking away engines and electricity won't take us back to Masculine Feudal Civilization; they'll just set us back to about 1850 or so. Horse-drawn reapers and cotton pickers still work; industrial civilization probably won't even collapse.

Hell, given that windmills and waterwheels are known to work, it just means that your factories will be clustered around rivers and waterfalls like they were in the New England mill towns...

EQ and many of us are aware of this, in some respects. We can probably do a better job of this apocalypse than Stirling did. Remember: a lot of mechanical things WILL work, and due to modern techniques they will probably work a lot better!
 
Damn University ok one sec.

Orders for whole week is pretty simple, keep things simple. Take care of the family, be cautious but not paranoid about strangers. Seeing as things look unlikely to go back to normal... start preparing to turn this semi farm into a full on farm. Take notice of whats going on down in Hobart, use the horse to make a trip or two but dont spend too much time there.
 
Well Stirling did point out that horse drawn machines did still function, and when things actually settled down, it wasn't quite the middle ages, except in the areas which preferred to operate in that manner. When he depicts the Provisional Government of Iowa, he does state that they operate in an industrial manner, using available machines. The problem of course comes with the distribution of population and heavy reliance on electricity and modern infrastructure. Many countries rely on food imports which would stop when the ships stop moving and the planes fall out of the sky. In my opinion, I THINK Stirling is taking the course where he's tired of trying to explain it, which is why he relies on the arrival of magic (which annoyed me, Alien Space Bats was a much better explanation.)

I decided to sleep and work instead of updating yesterday. Therefore working on update for reals now.
 
Chapter 2: Food for Thought

It's just so well seasoned
and so nicely flambed
and so lovingly served on porcelain
And with it, a good wine and gentle candlelight
Yeah, I'll take my time
You've got to have some culture

Because you are
what you eat
and you know what it is

Mark Jamesfield: Atlanta, Georgia, United States of America

The crowds of hungry Atlanta continued to grow outside of Mark Jamesfield's subdivision through the course of this week, as remnants of police civil authority began to demand opening of the gates. Armed with axes and other improvised weapons, the able-bodied people who rallied to Jamesfield fought valiantly against mostly unarmed individuals who attempted to pour through the gates. Eventually, those who survived ran away to join the growing refugee camps to the southeast, leaving only a few who were killed defending their homes. The successes in holding off the hungry mobs proved their offensive capacity, and under Jamesfield's ruthless leadership, the people of his community proceeded to loot nearby grocery stores, but found that not much remained. The combination of fires, looters, and the roving mobs of the hungry have left very little to be found within walking distance of the community. (-14 Followers, +32 Food)

Pedro Cardenas: Mexico City, Mexico

Continuing their odyssey from the smoldering ruins of Mexico City, Cardenas and the remnants of his unit have found themselves in increasingly dire straits. Still considerable distance from his father's farm and besieged by criminals and raiders, his followers have been quickly running out of food. Though the eating of pets, including dogs and cats have allowed some to survive, deaths from exhaustion and the raids which continue have risen throughout the week. The slow moving group has been last to several groceries along the way, and only token food has been found. The group has begun to fight amongst itself, as the former soldiers and their families are the first to take whatever food is found for themselves. With another week or two of travel still likely, Cardenas is faced with no food and dissent among his people. (-36 Followers)

Alexis Gray: New York City, New York, United States of America

As with much of New York City, Manhattan was hardly spared the fires of the collapsing modern world. Though structurally some of the buildings managed to survive mostly intact, a large part of the civilians had either perished in the flames, barricaded themselves in their homes, or fled for the illusion of safety elsewhere. Some of the local gangs in the projects managed to, ironically, preserve some sort of order among themselves, but violence soon erupted to a large degree and they soon turned upon themselves. By the second week of the Change, the gangs realized the value of foodstuffs over the now worthless dregs of jewelry and other former measurements of wealth. Entering in the equation was Alexis Gray and her college friends. To the surprise of almost everyone with her, Gray killed one of the gang leaders with incredible brutality, and ultimately gained their allegiance. Despite this, other gangs remain active in the area, and with much of the population having fled for the country, they now fight against Gray's people for the remaining resources. (+34 Followers, +170 Food)

Benedikt Margeir: Reykjavik, Iceland

The government of Iceland continues to function fairly well, and with the support of American Air Force and Army personnel, have managed to preserve order throughout the island. Thanks to the support of fishermen such as Benedikt Margeir, they have managed to establish a feasible rationing system. Food, including a surprisingly large amount of fresh-caught fish, has allowed for continuing survival on the island. Benedikt Margeir has become increasingly influential, calling upon other able-bodied fishermen and rallying a government-backed fishing expedition. Their successes have continued to supply the government with food for the people, as well as keeping themselves well-fed. (+14 Followers, +24 Food from government rationing)

Iain Mac Gille Eathain: Ardgour, Scotland, United Kingdom

In the two weeks since the onset of the Change, Iain Mac Gille Eathain and his friends and family have managed to eke out survival in the far northlands of Scotland. The isolation of the community of Ardgour and the farms around it from the rest of the island have meant that as of yet, few if any refugees from the more populous regions to the south have arrived. The lack of a working ferry to the island have forced any refugees to travel along a small path, and so far only a few people have arrived, who have been adopted by the various people of the community. With ample food and supplies the local communities seem to be fairly safe from attack or raids, kept well away from modern routes of travel and civilization. (+10 Food from extra stocks)

Dr. Victor Hsiao: Fort Hood, Texas, United States of America

Two weeks have passed since the onset of the Change and Victor Hsiao and the scientists at the Super Collider have done their best to help local military forces preserve order in central Texas. Hsiao has even been granted advisor status by the base's commander who has proclaimed martial law throughout Texas due to a lack of any civilian authority remaining intact. The military forces, after dealing with several small fires on the base, did their best to evacuate the massive populations of Dallas and Fort Worth, suffering casualties among the panicked mobs during the initial chaos. With the help of local police and the intact remnants of local National Guard forces, a multitude of refugee camps have been set up north of the burning metropolises. By the end of the second week, refugees from as far east as Louisiana and as far west as Los Angeles had arrived in the camps. It is estimated that perhaps over fifteen million people total may be populating the camps, and the sheer numbers have overwhelmed any attempts to preserve order, as violence and bloodshed become common as people fight over scraps of food. Numerous diseases had begun to break out by the end of the second week, spreading like wildfire through the population. (+5 Food from rationing)

Simon Wales: Belfast, Northern Ireland, United Kingdom

The Flock led by Simon Wales has done well in preserving the Botanical Gardens in Belfast, and have had their first taste of bloodshed. Though converts have arrived, whether out of true faith or the desire to eat for the day, they have attracted the attention of the warring IRA and LVF, which continue to fight over the scraps of the city. As farming is set up and the community continues to arm itself with makeshift weapons, the powers in the community made their steps to consolidate power. The Protestant LVF, in one vicious offensive, slaughtered the leaders and main supporters of the Irish Republican Army in one bloody evening. After consolidating their power, they realized that they would need more food to make it through the Change intact. After a successful expedition, the Flock's Botanical Gardens were some of the most flush and successful settlements within the ruins of the city. At the end of the week, the LVF arrived, demanding that the Flock open the gates of the Gardens and give control of their food and production for the protection of the Protestant government in the newly proclaimed Principality of Ulster. (+66 Followers, +140 Food)

Ivan Hopkins: Hobart, Tasmania, Australia

The Emergency Management government of Tasmania has declared immediate martial law and absolute rule for the duration of the crisis known by some as the Change. The government has announced several emergency measures to help preserve the country during this tumultuous period. All farms and grocery distributers are to be under the direct management of the state government for collection purposes as the harvest would ultimately need to be brought in. All farmers are instructed to prepare themselves for the arrival of the townspeople of the island and to begin preparations to house and train them in farming. Ivan Hopkins' falls under the new jurisdiction and by the end of the week, a government representative arrived to coordinate and oversee the new production and management of the farm.

Timothy Whitely: Odgen, Utah, United States of America

Timothy Whitely and those following him, regardless of the fleeing masses from the burning ruins of Odgen and Salt Lake City, have reached the ruins of Odgen after several days of travel. In their path have been the remnants of gangs and other unsavory individuals, though they had plenty of food, they lacked weapons. Most of the group were butchered by the raiders, taking their food, though Whitely and some of his people managed to flee with what little they could carry. By the end of the week, they were hiding in a shattered building in northern Odgen, as most food has gone and they continue to be pursued by the raiders, hoping to acquire the remnants of their food. (-3 Followers, -10 Food)

Psymon Butler: Delaware, Ohio, United States of America

After a day's travel off of Interstate 71, Psymon and his crew journeyed to the town of Delaware, meeting with several friends who had gathered there based on what had previously be jovial apocalyptic plans. As the week progressed, they set up their camp in the extensive yard there, and began to set down roots. They gathered a sizeable amount of riot gear from the local police station, though they murdered the one caretaker left behind during the evacuation to the refugee camps in the south. Several other murders took place as Psymon was forced to kill several local farmers for their stock and horses, after they refused to cooperate. With increasing supplies, they've managed to avoid any attacks from raiders or desperate mobs, as populations continue to flee to the refugee camps south of Columbus. (+11 Followers, +22 Food)

Michael Weston: Ochopee, Florida, United States of America

After struggling through the Everglades for much of the week, Michael Weston and his dedicated followers managed to make it to the small community of Ochopee, which offered food in exchange for help holding back several attacks from desperate mobs fleeing from Naples. The swamps resulted in the spoiling or loss of a large amount of food in the travel, as the people with Weston struggle to maintain some resemblance of humanity. His considerable military experience and history of strong martial arts allowed Weston to influence and encourage the people of the small Floridian town to let him help. Throughout the remaining part of the week, he assisted in preparing the community for the attack which would inevitably come, preparing makeshift weapons for the upcoming battle.
 
@Adrogans: I despise the direction Stirling took the books in, therefore I'm pretending that everything after Meeting at Corvallis never happened in terms of what caused things. At the moment, I will not bring in the hippy Wiccan crap or the old gods. However, that said, if there are places in the world which prospered (or at least survived as civilization) in the books, and they are unaffected by the players' actions, then some nations will emerge that did exist in Stirling's mind.

-- what caused the "Change" is more-or-less explained at the end of THE SWORD OF THE LADY.

Short form: it's not exactly what a lot of the characters think it is, or perhaps it would be better to say their explanations are extremely partial. Not exactly wrong, but not anywhere near complete.

The entities involved are transhuman and not really comprehensible in human terms; try thinking of explaining algebra or mortgage derivatives to a dog.

Some really arcane stuff is involved, including cyclical universes (branes) and data storage of entire cycles.
 
-- what caused the "Change" is more-or-less explained at the end of THE SWORD OF THE LADY.

Short form: it's not exactly what a lot of the characters think it is, or perhaps it would be better to say their explanations are extremely partial. Not exactly wrong, but not anywhere near complete.

The entities involved are transhuman and not really comprehensible in human terms; try thinking of explaining algebra or mortgage derivatives to a dog.

Some really arcane stuff is involved, including cyclical universes (branes) and data storage of entire cycles.

As I said, I despise the direction he took the books in 100%. He also was kind enough to kill or eliminate every character or nation I was vaguely interested in. His obsession with Wicca is also HIGHLY irritating at this stage in the novels.
 
How much of technology are we talking? It was my understanding that everything plugged into a wall-socket fried. If someone can suggest a base weapon that people would be using, I'll go and edit the story, until then, I'll add to put it on hold until I can think of something.

-- essentially, high energy density systems don't work.

The books go into some detail, but basically, electrical devices don't work, non-biological heat engines (including guns) don't work, some types of pneumatic system don't work. As far as the surface of the earth, an area several miles down, and an distance up to LEO are concerned, there have been changes in electron localization and the ideal gas laws.

Mechanical devices (a horse-drawn reaper, for instance) work, and so do hydraulic systems. Generally biological systems work as before too.
 
As I said, I despise the direction he took the books in 100%. He also was kind enough to kill or eliminate every character or nation I was vaguely interested in. His obsession with Wicca is also HIGHLY irritating at this stage in the novels.

-- I can assure you with absolute certainty that S.M. Stirling is not obsessed with Wicca. Mostly because I -am- S.M. Stirling, and I'm an complete atheist; a materialistic monist if you want to get technical. I think Wicca is just as false-to-fact as any other religion.

Some of the -characters- in the -books- are strongly religious Wiccans. Others are Catholics or whatever. Most have some religious belief; a few are atheists. That's about the distribution you find in most populations.

As for killing people off, that's an inevitable result of the initial premise. The US, for example, could quite easily support 300 million or more people at the level of technology the Change allows. It's as big as China, and China had populations of that scale long before modern technology.

But there's no way to get from -here- to -there- without a massive die-off given the premise. The 300 million of the present (or 1998) don't have the distribution, the skills, the tools, or anything else they'd need, and there just isn't time to acquire them because the dying is going to start almost immediately.

Because the infrastructure that keeps them alive has just been whipped out from under their feet.

To take only one example, many urban water systems depend on powered pumps. The water stops coming out of the taps as soon as the pressure drops, which won't take very long.

There goes Chicago, the LA Basin, and, unfortunately, Israel, among many others.

Even gravity-flow systems usually have electronic -control- mechanisms.

All modern water-purification and sewage treatment plants require powered equipment.

And that's just the beginning. To take another example, most urban areas have about 14 days of food on hand, -including- things which will be lost due to the failure of refrigeration.

I checked all this stuff... 8-).
 
-- I can assure you with absolute certainty that S.M. Stirling is not obsessed with Wicca. Mostly because I -am- S.M. Stirling, and I'm an complete atheist; a materialistic monist if you want to get technical. I think Wicca is just as false-to-fact as any other religion.

Some of the -characters- in the -books- are strongly religious Wiccans. Others are Catholics or whatever. Most have some religious belief; a few are atheists. That's about the distribution you find in most populations.

First I doubt you are who you say you are, but don't take it personally, I'm a highly suspicious individual. NESing does that to a person. For the sake of argument, let's look at the books, the Wicca terminology and beliefs take a front row seat to all others. While I'm not saying that it's the ONLY successful religious force, particularly in regards to the appendices on the S.M. Stirling website, they almost always come out on top. In most cases throughout the books, other religions are either not addressed, headed by loonies, or the bad guy (e.g. CUT). My statement was made on the grounds that the author takes a much more intimate approach to his writing of the Wiccan characters and situations than to any other environment or character development.

On the off chance that you are who you say you are as you are using the name used by Stirling on the official group/forum/whatever, I would like to address the statement, on the direction of the book. My own view was that the idea behind the apocalypse was a fascinating approach to ending modern civilization, which was treated differently (and very poorly) in Kevin Anderson's Ill Wind. The problem I have with the series as a whole isn't even really the Wicca, it's that I would have vastly preferred Alien Space Bats to have been the actual cause or better, a natural occurance which happens every 6,000 years or something. Could have even been tied in with the whole Mayan calender thing if you wanted.

Also my opinion is clouded and biased by the fact that my favorite part of this style of book is the actual reconstruction of society, hence this NES's setup. That's what (to me) made Dies the Fire such a great book, it treated rebuilding after the apocalypse in a way no other author has done successfully, except perhaps Max Brooks with World War Z. The Protector's War and Meeting at Corvallis seemed to be good successors to the original, but the new tetraology is not quite up to par in my opinion. It doesn't help that I had to actually compare notes with three friends just to figure out what was going on in much of the later parts of the novels.

-- As for killing people off, that's an inevitable result of the initial premise. The US, for example, could quite easily support 300 million or more people at the level of technology the Change allows. It's as big as China, and China had populations of that scale long before modern technology.

But there's no way to get from -here- to -there- without a massive die-off given the premise. The 300 million of the present (or 1998) don't have the distribution, the skills, the tools, or anything else they'd need, and there just isn't time to acquire them because the dying is going to start almost immediately.

Because the infrastructure that keeps them alive has just been whipped out from under their feet.

To take only one example, many urban water systems depend on powered pumps. The water stops coming out of the taps as soon as the pressure drops, which won't take very long.

There goes Chicago, the LA Basin, and, unfortunately, Israel, among many others.

Even gravity-flow systems usually have electronic -control- mechanisms.

All modern water-purification and sewage treatment plants require powered equipment.

And that's just the beginning. To take another example, most urban areas have about 14 days of food on hand, -including- things which will be lost due to the failure of refrigeration.

I checked all this stuff... 8-).

My own research agrees with all the statements our dubious lurker has to say. I feel that the above should be posted again as it reflects my own opinions. In some regions I would argue however, that due to shipping patterns, local farming, and other elements, the time period of food supplies could be upped to nearly a month. In some of the regions we're looking at for the sake of this NES, however, it may actually be less. For any who have doubts on the progress of the NES or my choices regarding demises and NPC actions, read the above comments. The problems with some of the research which indubitably went with the books is that in many cases some of the stuff which was applicable in 1998 is no longer true with the background of this NES, set in 2010. Areas are built up which weren't built up twelve years ago, and I hope to properly reflect that in the couse of the game.
 
-- what caused the "Change" is more-or-less explained at the end of THE SWORD OF THE LADY.

Short form: it's not exactly what a lot of the characters think it is, or perhaps it would be better to say their explanations are extremely partial. Not exactly wrong, but not anywhere near complete.

The entities involved are transhuman and not really comprehensible in human terms; try thinking of explaining algebra or mortgage derivatives to a dog.

Some really arcane stuff is involved, including cyclical universes (branes) and data storage of entire cycles.

Never read that one, I was tired of the stories after Meeting at Corvallis. Basically I agree with EQ in that the groups I preferred took a massive backseat and the characters I found entertaining died or were relegated to some dark abyss in the background.

The next two books never resonated with me on any level. I was generally able to keep track of what was going on, but I had to force myself to read so I stopped at book five because it had become a chore instead of entertaining.

My two cents. If it is a penny for my thoughts where does the extra penny go?
 
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