StarDestroyer.Net BBS

I don't know where Im going with this yet. Mostly sketches so far.

Journal 1

Another government building was blown up today. There was a flash of light on the hill, and then the rumble, and then a rain of rubble and scorched meat smelling of pork. The mob was already fighting over the meat before it finished landing.p

Probably some drone liberation group or monarchist cult wishing for the good old days. Both had been causes for decades; one when the king was killed, the other when fleshcrafting became common.

Drones are easy to make, compared to some of the other things. Take a convict or debtor, scoop out the part of his brain involving personality, and replace it with some clockwork and wires. They do most of the work in this city; getting rid of them would be a disaster.

Some were even fighting over the rubble, in their braindead way. Some business or another had sent then out to collect materials, and the explosions always called a few. Modern day vultures, they were. 

I pushed through them, boots slipping on blood and scorched meat, and kicked the few beggars out of the way whose hands were tripping me up. Those would be the faces of the next drones, I didn't doubt. People always need more labor, and there is no shortage to the mob.

Journal 2

One of the fleshcrafter's experiments had gotten loose, and they'd sent in a clean up crew. Bulky figures with gas masks and bug-like eyes shut down all traffic into that area, and waited for the trucks to arrive. The neighborhood was scattered with fires and an acrid smoke, and screams went through the air as flesh warped.

The trucks were monstrous things, a dozen feet high and twice in length, strange constructions of metal and flesh. They crushed houses underfoot and smashed the rubble under treads. Tentacles erupted from their maw, pulling anything moving into the grinders, and bones cracked as blood spurted. Acid hosed down the ruins and smoking meats, and soon enough the area was cleansed.