-41o N, 49oW 2109, Probably Friday
Polaroid snaps the image, can’t capture the smell
or taste in the air. The feeling it left in the air.
Eight foot from floor to ceiling, the figure hunches
and fills the hallway from shoulder to shoulder.
Identify the parts you know, arms and head, legs
feet and a body. Only it’s rearranged and mangled.
Two, three torsos together, seven arms in all directions
reaching and groping independently, frantically.
A head off side, displaced, and functionless
at the awful angle of the hanged-man. It does not
lurch when it moves, too fast, intent to bring you into the
collective. The zeitgeist of the dead.
Polaroid holds the image, won’t capture the smell
or taste in the air. The feeling it left in on your skin.
You shoot, it looks flesh and it’s coming your way.
Pale, rubbery flesh blows free from the body but
does nothing to slow it. It howls from many mouths
you can’t see, a noise that’s only radio static.
It does what it must, gathering the bodies of your
fallen companions as it comes, making them a part.
A face, your lover, pressing out from the collective
She’s screaming only static and you pray there’s no
Immortal hand here behind this fearful asymmetry.
Polaroid holds the moment, won’t capture the smell
or taste in the air. The feeling that fills your mouth.
Back to the door, it’s closing in, and no force in
the universe can bring your last bullet back.
Anything but being another part of the hulk.
Anything but an end like that, another piece.
Metal sounds like screaming when it rends.
It smells like electricity and oil when it pulls itself
from the surface of the door and cocoons around
you. Your last thoughts are absorbed instead in the
station itself, your meat bonded and drawn into
the hull. Your skeleton will be left only half absorbed
but at least you aren’t in that thing, howling static.
A Polaroid lays in the hall where you took it,
But that won’t warn anyone in time.
We’re this close to completion. Way behind schedule, but that happens. We had a little snag with layout, but we’re getting into the final stages. I expect final proofs by Sunday. The ‘wiki’ version of the rules isn’t a traditional wiki, it’s an HTML page that’s HTML5 compliant, and works on pretty much every browser and device we tried. We’re hammering out a couple of little kinks in the next day or two. We have recorded an amazing theme song for Maschine Zeit (wait and see…) We have an adventure for release date with all text done, edited and laid out, with cover almost complete.
Since we can’t get hard copies in time for Origins, we’ve done a second print run of flash drives, these look a little different. We’re also making CDs for the convention. If you’re at Origins, and are interested in picking up a copy of Maschine Zeit, these are going to be your options:
1) Buy a CD. It comes with the PDF, some music, game art, the HTML5 version of the rules and a free adventure. This version is $10.
2) Buy a flash drive. It’s a 1gb flash drive with the Maschine Zeit logo emblazoned along its front. It comes with all the goodies from the CD version. It’s $20.
3) Buy a hardcover. We’ll ship it as soon as we get the print run in. In the mean time, you get the CD version for free. This version is $40.
Note that every single version comes with digital entitlements. If you buy it, we back it up. We’ll provide you with additional downloads of all the material at any time you need.
While we don’t have a booth proper, we’ll be at the convention all weekend. Toss me an email, we’ll hook up and make it happen. If you want a demo before buying, we will make that happen.
There’s the state of the Machine Age. We’re doing fun and exciting things. There are minor setbacks, but we’re still pushing ahead forcefully.