Monster Mayhem - Mutants on the March - Monsanto Brought Hell on Earth.
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Dedicated to the survival of the human race.
In case you just woke up from a coma about a second ago, monsters are afoot in America. Monsanto, that evil, corporate giant, lost thousands of pounds of experimental seeds over the Pacific. It appears while most of the seeds went into the ocean, some blew across the globe. Since then, the food chain got turned upside down. The seeds have mutated certain animals all over the world. Appearance, size, disposition and intelligence were all effected. Over the last month, people have been wiped out in droves. If you're reading this, you're one of the lucky ones. Stay that way.
Blog Post: Outback in Ohio, 3-15-17
Re: Fort Everglades, Florida
By: Jonathan Simon,
Communications are sketchy at best. From latest reports, Fort Everglades, the last remaining free outpost of the once sovereign state of Florida, fell this evening. Ironically, everyone said considering its location, it would be the first. They proved the critics wrong by holding out the longest. The massive ball of mostly pythons migrating towards the fort for the last day and a half, according to what I've been tracking on Google Earth, finally arrived. Brave men, women and children stood to the last. As has been seen with so many towns across the south, the snakes won.
Florida... as it was.
Fort Everglades stood as a beacon of hope. Their defenses were thought by many impregnable from even the most massive beasts. They had flame throwers, 3 drones with the latest technology, automatic weapons, and even home made, medieval catapults hurling flaming gels to combat the slithering horde. In the end, it wasn't the massive snakes we have come to fear that cost the day. It was the smaller counterparts that took the lives of our noble compatriots. Water Moccasins slithered in wreaking havoc among the people inside, rumored to be some 3700 townspeople. There was not enough anti-venom on site for even a fraction of those bitten.
Copied exactly how she wrote it.
Deer Mommy and Daddy,
I love you. I not like the fort. I saw one on TV. This don't look like that. This looks like a barn.
I not like locked up in this room alone with me. I now you figting for me. I love you. I sleepy now. A tiny wormy thing bite me. It hurtz. When I wake up please be with me. Love you. God bless you.
Love and kiss
Her words will haunt me all of my days.
One post made it out of Fort Everglades before it fell, that I know of. The single post was made on Facebook by a seven year old girl, Hope Harvey, of Pensacola. She was in my son’s second grade class and on our Facebook friends list. I can still remember seeing her every Sunday at church before we left the city, when this craziness first started. She always smiled. She lit up the room and my son went gaga for his first girl.
Even missing a front tooth, she was still one of the most adorable little girls I ever saw. I don’t know how I will ever explain to my son why his first crush is gone.
God help us for Satan slithers among us.
He would rather be in Iran.
Our guys are gone.
It might have helped if the once American military had been there. What’s left of them is now stationed in Iran defending important oil supplies, per the Emperor and the United Nations decree handed down last month.
The emperor sends his most sincere apologies that he could not visit the massive grave of so many, himself. According to MBSNBC News, he stated
“Though this was a terrible setback in the challenge we have been given on high, I knows the people of the North American Block will rise above this. They will continue to fight this threat at home. I will continue to fight the threat to our foreign interest abroad.”
OUR MISSION STATEMENT;
Fort Everglades was another Alamo.
Fort Everglades was over three thousand American refugees strong. They were forced to make a stand at what used to be nothing more than what that darling child said, a barn. Those Americans fortified it like you wouldn't believe a Hollywood movie crew could have done with an unlimited budget. Look what good it did. God help us.
It's been so fast.
Since just weeks after Monsanto’s doom of our planet, we have seen single abominations of nature. As of just the last days, now the beasts are working together. Scientists are still at a loss to explain how vastly differing species of snakes from all over the world have begun working together as single units.
As yet, Florida has seen the largest snake coming in at just under 187 feet long. Since the fiasco that was Monsanto’s “Hope for Humanity” spewed forth mutant genes upon the once free winds of America, monsters walk among us. They have come to be part of our everyday lives. If nothing else, now we no longer fight each other, here… For the most part.
Where have all the people gone?
Let's get real.
Heck, folks, to tell the truth, near as I can tell, there’s not that many people left here where I am. I met three buddies on my CB radio over the last three weeks, but I haven’t seen a person, other than my son, in over two. I drive every third day to the nearest town. For just over two weeks I have not seen a living soul. I won’t go into detail on what I have seen other than to say, don’t go out on foot, don’t go alone, and don’t go unarmed.
The scientists, so far, suck at stopping it.
No one knows.
Marine biologist specializing in the territorial behavior of predatory sharks proposed a new theory in relation to the massive attacks on mankind perpetrated by that species. Part of the delay in studying the new behavior was one of communication. The main under-ocean hub of data transfer was destroyed by the giant shark nicknamed “Mega-Mouth.” That shark not only took out a global hub like a dog shaking a rag doll, but just hours later, literally, ate the Naval Vessel known as the "HDS Daring." God rest their souls.
HDS Daring Royal Navy - Fish food.
Mega-Mouth was the first time.
That was the first known, documented incident after Monsanto's madness rocked our planet’s Eco system like nothing before it. Mega-Mouth is still at large, as far as we know. While Mega-Mouth remains unsighted since swallowing a whole ship, none of the few swimmers or hard core surfers off coastlines across the North American Block have returned unscathed. Precious few have returned at all.
Ships of every size from all over the globe are stuck in land lock.
Those who never made it to port have long since become fish food. Commerce, from a shipping perspective, has rapidly come to a halt. The little news I've seen indicates food supplies are getting to be a problem in the cities. From what I heard on the CB, that's an understatement. Since leaving the city, Joey, my son, and I get by mostly on hunting. I hate to admit it, but we have scavenged more than once. Small stores in small towns are all but abandoned. I wouldn't have dreamed of it a month ago. Today, I think nothing of taking whatever we need.
Everyone was worried about the Zombie Apocalypse; wrong monsters.
Blog Post out of somewhere under New York: 3-15-17
Re: Bloods will survive
By: Geek Sleek
Rats ran us over.
You thought this was bad?
I do not own, nor did I create the video excerpt above. It is an original creation shown in "The Warriors."
It's worse now than the gang wars.
We lost 9 of our own today. Starting at just over 750 strong, we are now down to less than four hundred. When it all went to shit, right after Monsanto’s Mission to Money blew right up the world’s ass, we clicked from all over the city. Our largest Chapter had control of a big ass area of abandoned subway they had been using as a headquarters for years. Brothers always stand up for our own. We all became permanent residents.
Acting a bad ass and fronting for people is one thing.
We thought we had experience.
We were used to fighting each other, fighting other gangs, cops, suits, our parents. You name it. We weren't ready for killer monsters coming up out of the sewers. The first few nights after we got here were tense with differing groups clicking together and everyone trying to front. Of course, some damn scank had to go get two hardcore members worked up and the shit was on. Cyrus, the Silent Assassin, took care of that real quick. He led the old home chapter. Now, he leads us all.
O. to the f'ing G. You know.
Cyrus don't play.
Bad to the bone.
Cyrus let them fight it out with everyone screaming, betting and carrying on. When it was over between the two guys, one was laying beaten on the floor. The other danced around talking smack when he wasn't sucking for air. Cyrus, standing in the front of the circle of onlookers, didn't make a sound. He raised his gun and shot the girl dead between her lying. bitch eyes. Methodically, I mean cold, like ice, he shot the guy on the ground between the eyes and then he shot the guy standing. That fool got shot twice, once through the hand he was holding up and right between the eyes with the same bullet. Cyrus lowered his gun and hung his head for a few seconds. No one moved. Even the music stopped.
Cyrus laid down the law then and there. No more fighting ourselves. We had bigger things to worry about. The way he did it freaked me out, and sure as hell got everyone’s attention. He was real quiet like, matter of fact almost. He just laid it all out there, turned around and walked off. It was like his words echoed through the tunnels; the truth of them felt in the reverb.
Cyrus was cool. He let the old folks and the little kids stay.
Laying out the drill.
The next day, Cyrus split us up according to what he thought were our skills. He gave us each work. No one liked that, but no one was about to mess with him.
It worked out good for the older folks. Some people brought family having nowhere else for them to go. My Grandma is here. She wouldn't be alive if Cyrus hadn't said let everyone in. The geezer group are teaching us ways they did things back in the day. I hate to admit it, but mostly it’s useful. Granny can even make rat taste good. Some old ex-bus driver got a power source rigged up.
Everyone has to go through weapons training and conditioning. Cyrus was in the army. Hell, I think he’s turning us into one. He put me on communications. I’m 13 and small, but smart, so he thinks I should be here. I wanted to be out fighting. I wanted to help save us all. I wanted to be a hero.
Now, it's real.
Last night I saw what we are fighting. I had to fight. I’d rather be here sending out these lame ass blog posts to anyone left. I can’t talk about it. If anyone is listening, band together. Pile up, arm yourselves, and hide. We used to worry about fighting the man, the machine, the corporate slave economy: Now, we are food. I’ll try to come back. I can’t do this anymore right now.
Submissions welcome from anyone left that can communicate.
Monster Mayhem was born last night. I'm no blogger. I was a fire fighter. I'm still a father and an American. I will see my son survive.
We need to help each other or we will perish. The media is only reporting a tiny fraction of how bad it really is, when you can get a signal. If you know of any information you feel might be useful, please share by posting. God help us all. America, it's up to us.
Stay together. Stay strong. Survive.
Your brother in Christ and your fellow American,
From Monster Mayhem to you, America:
The one, the only, the baddest among us, long may he rock,Ted Nugent.
Remember... It's not over, folks. It's just starting.
If you are reading this, so are you. America belongs to us.
Ted Nugent plays the Star Spangled Banner Live at the Alamo
I do not own, nor did I create the original video above. It is an excerpt from the Glen Beck show where Ted played live.
Will America survive?
Will Jonathan live to post again?
Will the boy banger be rat bait?
Hello, guys and gals. Vix here.
I Love Creature Features!
OK. Granted, many consider such movies to be the horror version of cheese at its finest. I don't care. I love a good creature feature. Below are some of my all time favorites. If you want a night of couch surfing freedom with enough action to keep you interested, yet not be real enough to give you nightmares, check them out. Pop the corn, kick back, cuddle up and enjoy.
What's not to love about these adorable alligators? They're just trying to make a home you know. While the acting is certainly not award winning, the storyline moves along well and the comedy is classic. There's nothing like hearing a little old lady tell off a sheriff to his face... and be right. It's great.
A quirky mix of actors come together to create some interesting dialog, charming conflicts, and amusing banter. Betty White makes this movie. Her zingy comments to the cops are simply hysterical. No one else could have pulled it off. Cloris Leachman plays Betty's sister in part two. She's very funny as well, but not as loveable. Sorry, Cloris, no offense intended.
For me, it all ads up to a great big root for the gator fest.
Warning - graphic language
I do not own, nor did I create the video above. It is an excerpt from the movie "Lake Placid." Betty White delivers one of the all time, most endearing lines ever at the end.
Shark stuff! Can't you just hear the "Jaws" music?
I live barely spitting distance away from the Gulf, but you're not about to see my toes get in it. I will get sucked off into a shark story any day. The idea of meeting one up close and personal is not on my bucket list. Talk about scary boo!
The book "Meg" is by far the best book I have found for reluctant, male readers. Chapter one deals with a scene set in the dinosaur days where a T-Rex gets eaten by a Megalodon. It's believable, gory, fast paced and kids love it. I have read the first chapter aloud to many classes. Students eat it up and many finish the book on their own. While I love the book and can typically suck it up in about two hours, it's great for chapter assignments for Junior high or older students. For professional educators thinking of making cross curriculum connections, it ties in well with science units on fish, sharks, predation, territoriality, geology and many others. Social Studies connections can be made, especially in the areas of trade agreements and international cooperation in times of crisis and for the basis of research. I highly recommend placing it on any extra credit reading list.
(c) Vix a.k.a. Rhonda Enrayne in cyber space; Rhonda Lytle in the real. 3-14-13
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