Unravel your flesh and become the swarm.

Unravel your mind and become mad.

Unravel your heart and become a genderless mass consuming everything it can find.

Punk Undead TW transmisogyny

The villagers struggle to survive in the midst of a dark forest. They pull meagre grain from the unforgiving soil, toil for hours to grind it into flour, feed their children grey tasteless loaves of hard gritty bread. They toil to pull water up from the well, carrying it for miles back to be used to cook, to clean, bathe, and make sacraments. They do not drink the water though, for their are demons in the water and if they drink the water they will die, shitting their guts out. Instead they ferment apples and toil pressing them into cider or they toil squeezing the teats of the miserable grey cow to make unsweetened unpasteurized edible milky paste. Sometimes beasts come from the forest and men must go and chase them away. Sometimes they kill the beast, often the other way around. In winter, many get sick or freeze, when crops fail, many starve, when a storm hits and great hailstones shred the meagre thatched roofs, families are exposed to the elements. Most children do not make it to adulthood. Sometimes a traveller comes and brings some new disease which sweeps through the community, blood and horror and wide eyed gasping death for a few weeks until it burns out and the survivors rebuild.

There is a man in the village, or is she a woman? The villagers can never tell, they remember she used to be a boy, the baker’s son perhaps? But not anymore. They have a woman’s body. They have the voice of a woman. She has a beard and yet it’s so uniquely feminine. The village hate her. They often blame her for problems of the village. She is accused of practising witchcraft. She’s accused of poisoning the wells. She is disgusting, sexual, pink haired, crew cut and free, she often climbs trees and lights bonfires and experiments with various pagan religions as the mood takes her. Her body is disgusting, her body is fearful, a hole crawling with horrors set to devour the community.

At the same time however, her body is magnificent, in her stride is the promise of a different world. In her words, girlish, rasping, unearthly, she collapses the vague fantasy of the real and allows the utopian, the mythological, the mad and the maddening, to spill into this dreary grey forest.

The wise woman sits on the edge of the village, watching the sun set through the trees.

Trickster

In the beginning, there was an enormous pool with no land, and no life dwelt in the pool. The world was barren and there were no peoples. In the sky over the pool, the Great Dragon looked down on the world, Her two awesome bright eyes blasting the serene waters with heavenly light. The serenity of the world displeased the Great Dragon, for She was driven by a great internal engine which drove Her to invoke chaos. Speaking words of radiant power the Great Dragon breathed life into the world. She shook the clouds that surrounded her and made rain fall on the pools, and as the raindrops hit the waters surface fish and frogs fanned out into the eternal ocean. Reaching her great talons into the depths she lifted up peddles and grit from which she fashioned the land, and as the life-giving dirt met the glare of her radiant eyes great forests and jungles began to spring up and cover all the lands. Pleased with this, the Great Dragon shook the largest tree in the forest, and as loose leaves tumbled and hit the ground they sprouted legs and became insects and spiders. Continuing in this way for a long while the Great Dragon fashioned all the beasts of the world.

The creatures of the world went on in their way for a long time, hunting and grazing and spreading throughout the world. The Great Dragon’s eyes shone at all hours of the day and night, and could see all as it happened everywhere in the world. All the animals and plants were content with this, and were happy to live under the Great Dragon’s watchful eyes. All that is, except for one. One animal, Tlӕnni, Prince of the Monkey’s, was dissatisfied. Where all of his fellow animals and plants, even his fellow monkeys were content in their proposed roles, Tlӕnni felt uneasy being watched all hours of the day and night. He didn’t like how even in his private moments, even when he sat in his tree with his sons and told them stories, or journeyed out to find food, or simply sat and admired the beauty of creation, the Great Dragon was forever watching him. Unable to stand it any longer, he left his home in the World Forest and journeyed to the highest mountain in the world so that he could speak with the Great Dragon.

-Oh Great Dragon, the monkey declared, allow me but a moment to ask something of you.

With a blinding glare the Great Dragon focused her attention on the tiny figure so out of place on the mountain top.

-Hello there my friend, the Great Dragon said cheerfully, what can I do for you today?

-I was wondering, Tlӕnni started carefully, if I could fashion myself garments so that I could keep my body shielded from view.

-Why of course not! The Great Dragon laughed. Your body is a miracle, a sign of the great power of creation, your body was fashioned from the fallen bark of great trees, why would you want it to be obscured.

-Well then might I be allowed to build a house on the ground, so that I cannot be seen going about private activities with my family.

-What are you talking about? The Great Dragon thundered, now rather displeased, you were created so that I could watch the miracle of your existence unfold. You were placed in trees so that I could watch over you from up above!

-Well then, Tlӕnni finally pressed on, feeling the great heat of the Dragon’s fiery eyes crushing down on him. Might I ask that you dim one eye, and turn your bright eye away some of the time, so that there might be darkness on the earth when I can explore the world without being seen.

-WHAT IS THIS DEMAND! The Great Dragon roared, Her fury filling the skies with fire, my eyes glow so that I may see the world turn and you demand that I dim them specifically to prevent this task.

Tlӕnni was disappointed by the Great Dragon’s reply, but not totally dissuaded. For the Prince was wisest of all monkeys, and had devised a solution should the Dragon not be amicable to his request.

-Could I suggest a deal, the Monkey asked after a moment, that if I can answer a question the Great Dragon cannot, my requests be accepted, and I be given the privacy I so need.

The Great Dragon, sure of her total knowledge, chuckled at this request, her shaking shoulders causing the whole world to quake beneath them.

-Very well, she replied, then may I ask you from what matter the stars are formed? What fabric construes their nature, what stitch excites their radiant glow? From whence is their glowing matter sourced?

The Dragon sat back, sure she had asked something the Monkey could not know, and indeed he didn’t.

-Ah! Tlӕnni said with a sparkle in his eye, forgive me Great Dragon, but I did not ask if you could I ask a question that I could not answer, but rather quite the other way around.

The Great Dragon puffed at this, but had to concede that Tlӕnni was right. -Alright then, she grumbled, have out with it, what is your question?

The tiny dark figure stood up straight and looked for the first time directly in the Dragon’s eyes, something which had always been forbidden to the beasts of the earth, for their glare began to destroy the Monkey Prince’s vision.

-What does it feel like to hear a story for the first time? What does it feel to discover something one has never experience before? What is it like to emerge from the depths of dark ignorance?

Tlӕnni stepped back, knowing he had done it, and watched with the last of his sight as the Great Dragon squirmed. She could not answer the monkey’s question, and so was humbled that She who knew all and saw all, was left unaware of the experience of discover, of the thrill of mystery.

So the Prince left his brethren in their trees, and he and his family built a house on the ground, the Prince took threads and he and his wife fashioned them into clothes to cover their bodies, and often went out when only the Dragon’s dimmed eye was facing them so they could go unseen. The children of Tlӕnni spread throughout the world and copied his ways, becoming the many peoples of this world.

These people’s preserved the tradition of mystery and curiosity, those fires and fancy which are denied of gods.

Individual

I drive and don’t look. I don’t look at the hitchhikers on the side of the road, families just as desperate as I was to escape. I don’t look at the poor lost souls, the sick and injured, that let those things catch up. I don’t look at the broken down cars that need a jump or who ran out of gas. I don’t look at the corpses on the side of the road. I don’t look at the traffickers. I don’t look at the soldiers. I try to ignore the gunshots, the screams, the moans, the bloody gurgles of slow agonizing death. I just keep my eyes on the road, my foot to the floor, and my focus fixed solely on getting to safety. Eventually I begin to relax, to zone out and just focus on driving. Soon, I thought, soon I’d be at the dock, soon I’d catch a ship. I had plenty of money and supplies and I was healthy and strong so I could offer labour in exchange. I thanked my lucky stars I didn’t have anyone with me, any old wrinkly parents, retarded kids, sick wretched friends. All those extra mouths to feed cut my chances of finding a ship. I was sure to find a place, I was sure to escape, to reach distant sapphire waters were none of those things could ever find me again. I felt myself smile and realised it was the first time in a while I had done so. I would escape.

In the distance a high scream cut through my thoughts. I kept driving.

Abandoned

The death shroud hung low over the city, the last spasming bodies falling still in the middle of the silent streets. Lights were on in empty homes, televisions murmured through vacant neighborhoods, phones rang and rang with no answer. A dead fox lay in an alleyway, its withered snout tucked into a tear in a bin liner. Dead flies lay around it like funeral markers. The shadow of the death shroud made things turn dark, causing some of the more modern cars which lay abandoned in the streets (their engines still running) to turn on their headlights, and so long pillars of light began to cut through the gathering gloom. No birds flew overhead. No voices called in the dark except for those of pop stars and news reporters. Life was expunged from the city, and all that was left was the mumblings of abandoned machines.

Survivor

I stepped out of the garage door and faced the army of undead. The click of the door alerted the creatures and dozens of ashy grey faces turned and began shambling towards me. I stepped up onto the roof of a nearby car and clicked play on the large boombox speaker which I placed beside me. I then lifted up the big muscular chainsaw and let out a roar of its engine in time with the first blasting guitar riff. The sound attracted undead further afield and more and more began to shamble down from other streets, out of houses, across gardens, a few crawled out of open manhole’s, one even dropped off the roof a small semi-detached terrace. There must have been hundreds crawling the street in front of me now, all shuffling closer and letting out a cacophony of haunting moans. I lifted my weapon with a smirk as the track reached an electrifying crescendo. I swung the chainsaw down at the closest ghoul’s head. I missed, clumsily splitting open its chest and spraying blood everywhere. A droplet splashed my face. Oh jesus fuck! My eyes stung. I felt the machine drop from my hands. I couldn’t step back in time. I felt the motorized teeth shred through my muscle and sinew before I could fully register the pain. Then it hit me like a wave. The pain shot up my leg like a thunderbolt and I collapsed. I saw only blood and the occasional shred of sky or car. My limbs swung wildly, exhausted from hefting that chainsaw, and I collapsed onto the roof of the car before slowly sliding off it and then tumbling to the ground. I heard a crunch as something fractured and began screaming from the pain. Only now I could feel cold grey hands grabbing my collar. I swung round to try and defend myself but then several huge bodies stumbled and collapsed on top of me. As I felt the teeth sink into my shoulder, the rock anthem continued to blare.

My name is Khan Spiderman Leopold Dorian. My father was Spiderman Leopold Dorian Richard. His father was Leopold Dorian Richard Taylor. This is the tradition in the colony. It is important to keep track of who is descended from who. The population will not survive if there is inbreeding. We are descended from the 13, a group who survived a terrible cataclysm. From those 13 we hundreds have been spawned, and in time our numbers with grow to thousands and one day perhaps even millions. There is an entire world to reclaim and so much to do. Even now, generations after, the sky is still choked with black ash, and the water still has the acrid stink of death. I am told it was not always like that. I am told that water was once a sweet tasting liquid. I am unsure of this. The Creator made water to be nourishing but harsh so as to teach humility. Where would the Creator’s wisdom be in making that liquid sweet to taste.

I have work to do now. There is no more time.

Animism

Something is buried under the ground, ancient and terrible, with a thousand eyes and a thousand thousands tentacles and teeth. Rising from the ancient depths of a prison constructed by the First Civilisation to contain the terrible beast. The First Civilisation had the understanding for the Old Ways, for the oaths and tithes by which the Earth is made whole. But their world is not our own. We have lost our connection to those old ways. The magic of creation is muffled to us. We are atomized. Individuals with no knowledge of the local water supply or the phases of the moon. We are utterly bereft of that ancient knowledge.

Therefore, when the thing great and terrible awakened beneath the Earth, and shook loose it’s chains weakened by time and neglect, our world could only await a horrifying death of flesh and blood.