There was steampunks.
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Posted:Aug 15, 2022 3:11 am
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2022 5:09 am 10311 Views
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But that didn't explain my fury.
I knew somehow that steampunkage was written into my DNA in a twisted way that had me peering through brass encased lenses that took my mind places.
The apocalypse did strange things to your perception. Gross images of the constructs of a previous age now littered the forest and now wore the scars of time.
It was time that drew its breath now as it considered the many ways it could form the wonders that polluted the landscape.
Even the rich chemical and mineral full air stacked molecules onto each other to form irregular structures.
I dreamed about these things as I slept and in the morning I welcomed the glint of sunlight that peered through the foggy landscape.
I was once branded a lover of hate and destruction.
I hoped everyone else here had a way to find their own motivation that would bring out their best.
There was some serious competition here now and well muscled and tattooed ones appeared through the fog like apparitions.
Of course they were just here to play ball.
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The preppers handbook.
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Posted:Aug 14, 2022 5:55 pm
Last Updated:Dec 28, 2022 12:30 pm 10104 Views
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Angel was a no nonsense prepper and she saw how vulnerable people were, but some were just waking up to take on the challenge the Apocalypse would throw at them.
Her main focus was time, as she saw that too many were not preparing for what was coming.
So she started putting together a series of motivational DVD's that would show people how to prepare and how to live and be more productive with their time.
Her style was brutally direct and she had no qualms about telling you to get off your butt and start doing stuff.
She demonstrated her own ethos by putting her own workout routines on DVD.
Often you would see her exercising whilst carrying a boner as she said most people spend more time per day wanking than prepping.
Just give 'johny' a rest and ignore the little sucker and get on with your workout.
Sure that little piece of meat is gonna demand attention like the little demanding attention seeking little sucker that it is but you've just got to teach it some tough love and make it strain and bitch for your attention.
In fact there isn't much you can't do whilst sporting a boner she argued.
You can even do your shopping whilst sporting a boner. "Have you ever argued with a salesman whilst 'johny' strained stiff and upright?" She would ponder. "Sure your nuts feel like they want to explode like a couple of loose hand gren&des but just suck it up and pretend nothing down there's happening."
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"Rambo" rams a bimbo.
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Posted:Aug 13, 2022 6:59 pm
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2022 7:20 pm 10327 Views
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So much to report so I'll keep it brief.
Rambo made a lucky shot jumping the cue ball over the 8 to snatch a victory from nowhere and he got to ram Chelsea. It was his first time doing a T girl and he loved every bit of it.
Much was happening with the preppers. Some met face to face for the first time after communicating with each other for the longest time.
They traded unused supplies with each other and one guy could be seen cherishing the tobacco he'd bartered for, smoking it like he was in a trance from the enjoyment.
Some preppers went on a field trip around the wooded peaks and brought back a wild pig which they setup to roast on a spit for everyone to enjoy.
They handed out some beers to anyone who wanted one and the T's enjoyed their beer and company and took their fun in a shooting target challenge.
The males set up a target by a sandy bank that would catch the shots and got Lucy to check on the shots accuracy with a pair of binoculars.
Each T was scored by the amount of applause they got.
One well assed T got an ovation of applause for her ground shot and Lucy complained she'd never even hit the target.
I stayed away from the guffaw and was visited by Maria, the T who owned the place after her Pa passed.
We discussed points on the T girl competition that was due to start tomorrow after the baseball game so all the T's would have a chance at winning.
Some challenges would be based on the cuteness and creativity of the T's.
I suggested my ideas to Maria which she appreciated.
She gave me a run down of the place and what it was used for.
Local and church papers were once printed here.
It was setup as a hostel to help women escape abusive relationships as well she said.
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Seclusion and a month of Sundays.
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Posted:Aug 12, 2022 6:56 pm
Last Updated:Aug 13, 2022 5:02 pm 7435 Views
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When they all made it to that secluded location advertised they were impressed by the expansiveness of the many buildings.
This was once an estate owned by a wealthy God fearing family as it also had a chapel. On the higher level there was a dark forest and the lower had a small stream running in a wide sandy area.
The guys had hunted out an ideal place to setup the baseball field and inside the large hall filled house they'd setup a pool table that some had brought.
The house had an upstairs billiard table and room but the full size table was best used for snooker tournaments.
The pool table was perfect for quickfire competition and it saw a lot of use.
Much of that use revolved around the 'T'girls who had a keen sense of mischief about them.
The 'T's were an interesting bunch too and the bitchy ones demanded respect.
They knew how to handle any big hunk who got too big for his boots, and once he'd been beaten on the pool table it was up to the 'T's how his punishment would be carried out.
You didn't know just by looking at the 'T's what kind of 'tool' they were packing.
One colored girl nicknamed tiger had a package big enough to be seen behind her thin evening dress.
No guy wanted to mess with her in case they lost but she had an incredibly sweet way about her.
The 'T' girls showed some inventiveness too and when one bitch lost to the Tgirl at 9ball she took him to a room that was once used for printing as there was a press there angled appropriately for her to tie her loser to to give him some attention.
Some tough guys were taken down by the 'T's too and one was given a fisting.
A slim young b3y wandered in and was stubborn when they tried to kick him out so one of the 'T's decided it might be fun to deal with him so took him on on a match of 9ball which she won easily.
She then went over to the doorway and motioned that now scared lad to come with her.
Once she'd disrobed herself his look of shock was obvious and now he knew why she was nicknamed the sherminator.
It didn't take her long to stroke herself upright and he marveled at the size and design of her shaft.
Her cock tapered up to a thick column that he'd have to manage with.
She smiled at his vexed look but that smile would soon be replaced by one that menaced with corruption. It was his first time. 
Meanwhile I went and sat in the chapel.
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The grifters were a problem.
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Posted:Aug 11, 2022 4:27 pm
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2022 4:13 pm 6830 Views
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The apocalypse saw the grifters become territorial and battles were fought between them, but as spoils became harder to find the members wandered off into the desert and other remote places to eek out a living as best they could.
Now the preppers saw their chance and grouped in numbers whenever they went above the surface.
It was one such group that emerged as they wanted to go to the next planned event.
A baseball match was promised as some of the valuable bats and balls were offered for the event.
The two girls and Clara the T girl hid by the roadside and one of the girls viewed the coming bikers with the small telescope she wore around her neck.
It was common for grifters to travel that way and you didn't want to mess with them but this mob of bikers looked different and when they approached one of the girls abandoned her hiding spot and walked onto the road.
Her cute little ass spoke the loudest and when the bikers arrived they had to stop to check her out.
They explained they were going to the ball game and one offered her a seat on his motorbike.
She motioned with her wave to call the others and they all got free rides to the event.However Blake (last pic) was on her way too to participate in the T girl challenges.
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Impossible mountain.
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Posted:Aug 9, 2022 7:39 pm
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2022 9:00 pm 6151 Views
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The apocalyptic landscape could be described in many different ways, maybe even personifying it as a torn and shattered virgin that no longer had the sense to hide its ragged scar.
It was like this in this place in which we clung on to life as best we could.
It was easy to imagine that the earth had a spirit and wished to shake itself free of the influence of humans the same way a d*g might try to shake itself free of some niggling pest.
When the new light broke Clara found a spot where she could draw in her sketch book as she had a vision that needed to grace a page of her sketch book.
She enjoyed the spectacle of the glorious sunrise as she worked, desperately trying to put down what she imagined before it disappeared.
Her mind danced with the idea of the impossible mountain that kissed the sea and cloaked itself with mist and mystery.
The crystal clean ocean waves shone in the moonlight and the little beach bore no human footprints.
She wondered if nature ever learned its lesson and put in place some law that would prevent the destructive humans from ever returning.
There was some poetic injustice here that needed explaining too. The fact was that for much of the Earths history there was no creature to enjoy its majesty.
But when that plan arose nature took all the right steps to first enable her creatures to see then upon refinement to see in color.
Or was it the case that it was merely seeded by something that existed on another place?
Now it was the practice of those in a last act of desperation to leave some cogent conclusion on a suitable rocky space.
Thus it was one of these that she found on a nearby rock. She copied the message down although it didn't make any sense to her right now.
The message bore some Biblical slant that was open to interpretation.
But then she noticed the arrow that pointed downwards. It seemed to be an instruction to dig under that boulder.
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More to "T's" than meets the eye.
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Posted:Aug 8, 2022 6:22 pm
Last Updated:Aug 8, 2022 7:31 pm 3685 Views
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It's common for people to move on from the vanilla lifestyle and become renewed with something else.
In this apocalyptic World there existed legends, who'd earned their right to motion with their fists above their head.
It was a deep seated desire in the human condition that was kept temporarily alive by sport.
But now in this lawless land you had to battle it out with just your wits and strength.
The surface had become a wasteland with the scattered remains of those who's plans had failed. But now a restlessness started to build amongst the community of preppers who lived under the earth.(earthy's)
By now they'd been there a long time and they communicated with each other and whoever had the means to listen to them through old fashioned radio systems.
Some were geeks tapping out their messages in Morse code and others bellowed out their prophetic nonsense using short waved radios to bounce their messages off the ionosphere, reaching the very remotest of places.
Some were pagans lamenting in the worlds destruction as a victory for evil. Others their prophetic garbage took them on a level of them being the chosen ones.
If you were a survivor on a remote Island for instance you would hear that on your short wave radio and wonder what it was all about.
It was in fact a similar mental condition to cabin fever and those long Months being stuck underground bore the rants of oddly begrudged individuals who launched their blood curdling accounts of the apocalyptic world.
Now it seemed they had to escape from their holes to rescue their sanity so they organized get togethers to restore the notion of fun through competition.
As the surface people had ground themselves away to barely a scattering it was relatively safe now for the earthy's to congregate at arranged points on top of the Earth to pitch their battles.
Maybe it was just arm wresting or drinking or some earthy had decided to bring out a cherished ball from some historically important match and allow it to be used once again to play sport.
It soon became that these competitions could be fought about anything that caught their fancy.
Some bright spark even put out a drink filled boast that his sub "T" had a superior boner that no other "T" could match.
Many responded who also had "T" subs and so that's how it grew. And thus a date and place was set for this competition to be held.
It was from the windup radio that one of the girls found in the back of the camper that they heard about this.
And the generous prize to the victor was the use of a secret mountain Spa built into a remote rocky hillside with food and wine so the girls were instantly excited with the thought of their new long dicked "T" friend winning the competition and taking them all on a wonderful vacation. But little did they know Blake who was camped out with her nighttime fire going heard the same message on her portable radio. She thought with her massive Tgirl cock it would make for easy pickings so she changed her plans and decided to go to that competition.
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Becky had a guitar.
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Posted:Aug 7, 2022 4:28 pm
Last Updated:Aug 8, 2022 8:49 am 3755 Views
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And she'd play it and write songs about what she felt at that time.
This new apocalyptic World had little time for love though, and Becky didn't actually know what love was, but that didn't stop her trying to grasp it with her lyrics.
So she'd pieced together lyrics from old songs and imagined that love had an urgency about it.
It was impatient but girded by fate.
She picked up her guitar and began to strum adding the new lines to her song.
"Love is strong."
"Love is wrong !"
"Let's find peace and learn how to get along !"
Andrea said "Hey I like that Bec, you should keep that in there."
I enjoyed watching the way these two interacted with each other and felt relaxed.
They prompted me to give them a story about how I lived in pre-apocalypse time, so I did.
"I grew up on a farm", I told them.
"We were simple farm types and didn't have much money but what we lacked there we made up for in other ways."
"There was always something going on and my ma was usually onto it."
"We all knew to keep on the right side of her lest she'd get out her switch to teach us a lesson."
When we were young when my sister and I got into trouble she'd take to one over her knee whilst the other had to look on and wait for their turn."
"It was that that really inspired me to go forth into the World with a sense of expectation."
"I remember being taunted by some boys whom I found going across a shortcut through our property and when I confronted them they joked about hearing I had a dick."
I replied "You're too little to understand how I could hurt you with it I countered."
They looked a little confused and my sister who'd come out looking for cotton tails snuck over behind them with her shot gun in place should they not co-operate.
"She asked them questions and pointed her gun at the balls of the one speaking to get the truth out of them."
"It was so funny to see how those little b*ys reacted with a shotgun pointed at there weeny bits. Of course it was not loaded, just my sister having a little fun."
"I learned a lot from my elder sister and now I'm on my way to find and help her in return for what she did for me."
They looked approving at that and wished for me to find my sis.
The day went on quiet and uneventful and I decided to use one of my few remaining matches to light a fire as I thought it would be nice as the night fell and it got cooler.
But we ran the risk of drawing attention to ourselves by the preying grifters.
But all was okay and Becky even managed to find a can of tinned ham that we fried on a piece of iron we'd scrounged from the nearby dump.
The warm food felt good in our tummies and soon we discussed our next move as it was obvious we would be better off as a team.
Andrea picked up a stick and began to draw in the dirt a map of where we had to go.
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About Blake.
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Posted:Aug 6, 2022 6:23 pm
Last Updated:Aug 6, 2022 6:26 pm 3107 Views
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Blake was once a girl who just enjoyed life and went her own way. She didn't tolerate fools and could spot anyone's weakness in seconds.
She loved her bikes and it was the way the bike felt under her and how it responded to her touch that gave her that thrill she needed.
Life without motorbikes was just not on. These machines moved her spirit and captured her imagination and the apocalypse wasn't going to stop her love for riding bikes but it did alter the bike she rode.
Now her demon incensed unlawful new environment took shape in crafting her new look, a kind of art nouveau born of raging fire, thunder claps and thin spindly lightning bolts that shattered the stillness of the night.
It was her rite of passage to pursue her ideological slant on how the apocalypse should be.
It would be brutal but assanged with moments of bliss from the unending passage of sky that would cloak her world in mist.
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"Grifters" and a woman with no plan.
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Posted:Aug 5, 2022 7:04 pm
Last Updated:Aug 5, 2022 7:29 pm 3509 Views
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Such was the apocalypse. I was seeing the aftermath of the apocalypse now as the survivors were getting thinner by number.
For many their best laid plans were not good enough and I'd come across vehicles which had presumably run out of gas and still had much of the equipment still on board.
I liked to travel light and not present a useful or threatening target.
But I'd often get attention and once I'd been found to not have the expected pussy they'd change their plans and use my hole like their pussy.
I was wondering where I'd spend my next hours of daylight and when morning broke I spotted a van with two girls on and beside it.
They looked at my approach with interest and chose not to take up their weapons as I looked harmless enough.
I still wore the holstered Ruger though and was saving it for an emergency.
After the usual greeting I told them my story about looking for my sister and they tried to help by suggesting where to look but they didn't really have anything but they said if I light a fire we could have coffee as they'd found some in the abandoned mini van.
I did have some matches and brushed together some twigs and lit the fire.
Oh cool one said as they realized they'd be getting hot coffee.
Once we'd made that things cheered up a little and I showed them my sketch pad and the drawings and poetry I'd done.
I'd always been interested in words and writing and my first dictionary soon fell to pieces from use and then I got given a three volume picture dictionary from my uncle on one Christmas.
My uncle was full of stories and I'd love to sit and just listen to them.
He told me how as a boy he'd ride the rails and manage a living no matter how hard it got.
So now I was in that position myself and had to find a way out of every situation.
These two girls took a fancy to me and noticed the swell in my pants and looked and spoke speculation as to how big it was.
I was not interested in doing anything that went against my scruples however and they accepted that and said they only wanted to have a play with it so I let them.
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