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WORLD IN FLAMES | CONTINENTALS WAR: ARCERIUM RISING 9

By: Hoaseng Thao

THE NEXENS OF GREAT TERRA

Nexens, or Homo Nexums, evolved from Humans like many other races, however unlike most of them that evolved to have animalistic body parts, Nexums retained nearly 99% of Human traits with the exception of being naturally taller with the average healthy Nexen growing up to, or even over, seven feet tall.

Their lack of animalistic traits and unusually tall stature, made the Nexens visually inferior to other humanoid races, who believed them to be a mistake in human evolution and were not worthy of having special traits like themselves. Because of this, Nexens were often forced into slavery, with them being the main labor force for Great Terra. That was until 32 BH.

In 32 BH, the slavery of Nexens in Great Terra gave birth to a Nexen boy in Triaag, a mining town for slaves. Growing up, the boy learned to read and write from the few books he stole, where he learned what life of being free was like, or at least from what few words he understood.

But when Great Terra’s economy collapsed in 16 BH and the empires within started to show their cracks, the boy seized the opportunity and fled from the small town, to embark on a journey across the world.

His journey across the known world as a Nexen on the run, would see the start of his radical ideas of a new world, one where freedom, liberty, and justice was the norm for all beings. By the time the Revolutionary War started in 18 BH, the boy, amongst the low ranks of the revolutionary army, stood above his fellow soldiers and preached his ideas of a new world.

His words enlightened those who listened, and they too would spread his words. As the Revolutionary War continued, the boy grew to become a prominent figure amongst the revolutionaries; historians still don’t know his real name but he is known by his moniker, Hero.

THE CONTINENT OF EUSONA

“Map of the Eusonan Continent, c. 1949”

After the failed Terran September offensive of 1949, Great Terra realized that they could not break Coalition forces in Kyusia. So their focus turned to Eusona, a continent known for its abundant arcerium fields, but one that had fallen behind most of the world in technology.

“Tectonic Coalition propaganda, c.1949”

Most Eusonan nations at the beginning of the 20th century, especially those in the south and east, lacked the industrial power to exploit its abundant arcerium fields. Many countries still relied on horse drawn carriages to travel from place to place, despite the car being made in the dawn of the century. But the few Eusonan nations that had the industry to exploit the abundant amounts of arcerium, became the dominant powers on the continent.

The wealth sustained by arcerium guaranteed the lucky few nations to rapidly modernize, such as the case of the Kirston Empire, who by the time of the war, had the largest arcerium deposit on the continent.

“Great Terran Propaganda, c.1949”

THE START OF THE EUSONAN THEATER

January 15th, 1950, The Cazar Empire invades Kirsto with an army of 500,000 strong. For the past eight months, the Cazars had steadily mobilized their army to the Kirston border without detection. The Cazars overwhelmed the unprepared Kirston army, and within four days, they had already conquered the Kirston capital, Eve. The Kirston army retreated to the Grai mountain range, a strategic range that is home to the tallest mountain in the world, Mount Torrest at around 32,000 feet tall.

With two thirds of their country under occupation by March 12th, and their abundant arcerium fields in the north now under Terran control, Kirsto’s civilian population found themselves the target of Cazar’s wrath.

At first the occupation plan was to relocate the civilian population from the country to central Cazar where they would be put into refugee camps, but when they discovered that most Kirstons in occupied territories were Nexens, the plans changed. The Cazars would still relocate Kirstons, but with the exception of those who were of Nexen origin.

Believing that the inferior Nexen race was the cause for the downfall of Great Terra in the past and for their part in the creation of the “false” Hero, the Cazars in their fit for glory, rounded up the Nexens population en masse, prolonging them to harsh conditions for days before executing them. The numbers vary, but historians believe over 9 million Nexens were killed. A new word would sprout from this mass murder campaign, they call it genocide.

“‘A Nexen painted Red’ by Jon Reese, c.1960. Was once believed to be destroyed in a bombing during The Grants War”

THE WRATH OF GREAT TERRA

As refugees from Kirsto fled into neighboring nations, they brought with them tales of the horrors committed by the Cazars, their illegal removal of Kirston natives and their mass executions of Nexens would only spread fear across the continent.

Before the Coalition could even respond to the invasion of Kirsto, the Cazars in an ambitious operation, invaded its way to Coalition member states on the Valkyrie peninsula. Countries like Icana and Polka fell to Cazar within the first week of April, as their armies were no match to Cazars due to the large technological gap between them.

Coalition member states on the Valkyrie peninsula, Pavlovia, Luxona and Kalavia, panicked as not only was Cazar already within Luxonan territory, but another Great Terran state, The Osteran Socialist Union, was now invading through the Lapish Channel and were now threatening to take Luxona’s capital.

The quick advancements of Great Terra in April saw the Coalition states in Eusona caught off guard, and by June 2nd, the peninsula was cut in half as Cazar and Osteran forces met one another at the Battle for Tattburg.

Although being important Coalition member states, the Coalition did not have the logistical capabilities to send troops and supplies to support their allies in Eusona, as Great Terran states such as Epreau and Hoshira, controlled the Krinian ocean with their superior fleets. With no support, the Coalition in Eusona had only one choice to protect their people.

August 20th, 1950, the Federal Republic of Luxona, the Kingdom of Pavlovia, and the Grand Duchy of Kalavia, issued their terms of surrender to Great Terra, which was accepted immediately. The Coalition was hit with their worst loss of the war, as they now lost three of their founding members to Great Terra. It appeared that soon enough the war was going to be a Great Terran victory.

“We’re Alive” review

By: Munira Ahmadad

*Warning: this review contains spoilers for the short story “We’re Alive” (located in the PRIZM section of the Plaid Line)

“We’re Alive” is a short horror story written by HPSH student Daniel Kendle, and this article is a review of it and a discussion of my thoughts about the story.

The short story begins with an unnamed narrator in a jungle, they’re inside a garden sanctum when they watch a monstrous creature made of the jungle’s organic life become animated. Initially the being is referred to as the jungle’s newest creation which led me to think it never existed before, but it’s soon described as ancient and something of a folk story. The narrator watches, petrified and intrigued as it moves towards them. Spores surrounded them as they stared at each other. After the narrator’s reluctant escape, a month later, they remain haunted by the interaction with the garden’s monster and become unable to function normally. After dreaming of being with the creature in a physical and emotional loving bind, we see the narrator lose their grip on reality and by the end they harm themself with a crazed desire to return to the garden.

The story truly succeeds at providing the descriptions necessary to paint a detailed visualization of the scenes in the story. I don’t read much horror, but the narrator losing their grip on reality is a relatively common trope. After reading through, I wondered if the inspiration for this work was “The Tell-Tale Heart” by Edgar Allan Poe since both use obsession as its element and have narrators you know next to nothing about. The plot itself reminds me of “The Black Cat”, also by Edgar Allan Poe.

One of the very first things that made me feel iffy while reading through was the literary diction. Written in the narrator’s perspective, they describe how they felt, what they did and thought, and what was going on. Since it’s all in past tense, I assumed this was a retelling of what happened, which explained the dramatic storytelling style. But as the speaker describes their loss of sanity due to their growing obsession, it seems as though readers are going along with the scenes at the same time as the narrator. This makes the descriptive writing come off as pretty verbose. The flowery language is prioritized over the plot which makes the first time reading through unsatisfactory, especially since the goal of the story was to capture the essence of what an all-consuming obsession feels like.

Speaking of the goal of the story, the attempt at disorientating storytelling by the narrator did not invoke any feelings of repulsion, suspense, or horror in me. It’s very tell-not-show, like instead of showing us the fear the narrator was experiencing during their interaction with the monster via description (hands shaking, heart pounding, stomach churning), we’re just told directly by the speaker that they were afraid. The conflicting feelings the narrator had towards the garden creature was very clear, to the point it feels tedious. Scary stories aren’t supposed to hold the reader’s hand and walk them through the entire thing.

For all the time spent making sure the audience was absolutely certain the narrator had an obsession, they aren’t given much of a reason to care. When we have an unnamed narrator of unknown origin, you’d assume their narration would give you more information of who they are and their personality as you read along. However, in this short story the narrator’s identity didn’t seem to matter. We’re given vague ideas about the characteristics of this person, such as their acutely aware of their flaws, immediately scorning their humanity and views themselves as a “mangy ape” in the presence of the monster that becomes their obsession. They call themselves a hedonistic wretch, and we just kind of have to take their word for it.

Overall, though, I liked reading this. Because I have my own bias against horror, I wasn’t the target audience, and so I probably didn’t enjoy it as much as someone who likes horror. I think the author definitely is a skilled writer and has the descriptive skills to create vivid imagery for the reader to enjoy. I feel as though Kendle would be an excellent fantasy writer and I hope he continues to share more of his work. This review was for fun and from the perspective of a reader despite my criticism, which itself may be flawed.

Prince of the Swallowed Kingdom

By: Charlotte Bistodeau

Once upon a time there was a prince, an o so beautiful prince, whose long hair shone as bright as the stars. But though he shone bright, his heart was rotten. Rotten and brown with greed and desire. He would steal from the poor and give to the rich. He would punish the innocent and free the guilty. But he cared not, for his father was the king, and he was the prince. No one dared to stop him. Until one fateful day, an old lady visited the prince’s castle. And as she walked down the corridors decorated with gold and gemstones, she was plagued with anger for all of those jewels he had not earned, but stole from the beggarly. There, she was let into the throne room where the prince sat haughty in his chair, looking down on her as if she were a mere roach.

”Speak old hag! You should feel lucky I have even let your eyes wander upon me, so speak!” 

“I only wish for you to give back what you have taken…”

”Taken?! What is this you speak of? All I have is what I worked for! I am not like you, who sits and does nothing but complain, you peasants are all the same,”

The words the prince spoke had angered her. And as her anger turned to rage the skies started to rumble, being overtaken by the dark clouds of wrath. The winds howled and blew throughout the castle into the throne room making all of the candles that lit the room go out. 

In the silence the prince saw nothing but dark, his guards nowhere to be found. Only a faint voice so dull and somber that one would think it was the whisper of the wind. 

“You pitiful prince,” The whisper started, “Your greed and insolence will turn this kingdom to ruin,” The wind had stopped, “So I shall give you a gift, a gift that lets you take and take and take without getting full.”

”You- YOU FOOLISH WENCH! HOW DARE YOU LOOK DOWN UPON ME!? I SHALL-“ he stopped as he heard the sound of the old lady laugh. She was laughing and laughing and as she laughed he had realized that he was no longer in his castle, but somewhere in a different realm. 

“YOU WITCH, TAKE ME BACK TO MY CASTLE!!”

”My poor prince, that castle was never yours to begin with.” 

Suddenly the prince’s vision began to haze over as a smoke thick like poison, filled the room making him slump to the ground. Then the witch spoke for the last time.

”Goodbye my fair prince, for when tomorrow comes, you shall wake-up to find yourself cursed by this old hag.”

Daybreak had come and awakened the prince from his slumber. He looked around scared to find a trace of the previous day, but there was none. He must have only dreamed it.

“My prince!” a servant cried as the throne room doors creaked open, “What are you doing in here? The king wants to see you in the dining hall for breakfast! Immediately!”

So the prince made his way to the dining hall, his stomach growling as if he hadn’t eaten for days. And having finally made it to the dining hall, he looked across a table filled with all kinds of foods. Each and every food making him drool and stare, as in a daze.

“My fine boy, does the food look so good to have bewitched you?”

The prince responds, “Ah, I believe I’m just a little hungry as I fell asleep before dinner.”

Then the prince sat down and began to eat. He took one bite, then another bite, then another bite, then another. To the king’s horror, he looked up to find the prince had started to eat up every single dish on the table, as if he were a ravenous animal.

“My son, what is this nonsense? Are you that of a beast!?” the king cried.

“No, father! I don’t know what came over me! And it’s not as though we can’t get more…”

“You fool! This is not about more, you selfish swine! I refuse to have such a beast in my house! You have done far more than enough, you don’t even know the half of what I’ve had to cover for you, do you!?” The king was furious, “I hereby banish you to the kingdom in the woods! Until you get your act together and make up for your sins, you are no longer my son!” So the prince was sent to the woods, to rule over its kingdom. Cursing and scowling the whole way there, understanding just then that yesterday’s feat was not just a mere dream.

When the people of the woods heard the coming of a new ruler, all they could do was hope he would bring prosperity to their cursed lands. But when the prince finally set foot in his new kingdom, all he could think about was the pain from his abdomen that shrouded his thoughts with agony. He was hungry again. It had only been a couple hours since his last meal, but he knew what his very first order of the kingdom would be. He ordered all the people of the woods to hand over all of their food and crops, and in return he promised to give them enough food to last them a thousand years. They believed this as they had nothing left to lose, but they realized their mistake when they heard the prince had eaten all of their crops in one sitting. 

“Such horror,” the farmer said.

“What beast is he,” the knights all sang.

”How could the king leave us to such a glutton,” all the people cried.

But the prince was still hungry. He then ordered for all the animals to be sent to him, slaughtered and cooked. 

“Such vile behavior,” the people all thought, but could not betray him as they were still hoping the prince might keep his promise to them.

Soon after eating all his people’s delectable livestock, the prince thought about the things that might fill him up other than food. He came to a conclusion and ordered for all of the jewels and gold to be stripped from his new castle walls. The people of the woods saw him as crazy, but did as he asked as they were afraid what he would do if they betrayed him. 

“Such divine jewels,” the prince drooled. He ate the whole pile and finally, no, he was still hungry.

This made him angry. The hunger he had tried to stop, that ravaged inside him, felt as though it would eat him alive. 

“BRING ME THE POOR AND THE FILTHY! NO! BRING ME ALL THE PEOPLE OF THIS KINGDOM!” He finally screamed, “I will do anything to satisfy my hunger.”

All of the prince’s servants were now terrified. What did the prince plan to do with the filth of his newfound kingdom they wondered. As his royal subjects began to pour into the castle, the prince’s hunger worsened. Scraping and tearing as if trying to rip him open from the inside out. 

“Hah…, Well, come into my dining hall,” he declared, “I told you I would have you for a royal feast, didn’t I?” 

His people didn’t know what to think about the sight they let their eyes upon. A long table filled with thousands of dishes, at least a couple helpings for each of them once over. But as the dining hall doors shut behind them, so did any chance of their escape. It was said that the screams of terror from inside those halls could be heard from two kingdoms away. A truly horrid sound.

But that was not the end of the prince. Wandering the empty corridors of an o-so empty kingdom, looking at the empty walls where gold and gemstones once adorned each and every wall, he realized the witch had gotten what she wanted. So he sat down on his brand new throne, thinking. He still had not yet satisfied his hunger. In fact, the hunger had gotten worse, as if everything he had eaten made the pain grow. Then he realized something. That the scraping and tearing was not just a feeling, but it was his stomach eating away at his very own flesh. He hated the feeling, but weak in his famished state, could only look upon the empty throne room, cursing the witch for bringing him to such a desolate place.

Zentangle

By: Pwe Doh Gay

This is a picture of a zentangle I drew. I made this drawing because when I first saw it, I thought it was cool, so decided to draw a zentangle. Also, a zentangle is an easy thing to make and is supposed to be a relaxing and a fun thing to do. All you have to do is make different shapes and patterns to make a zentangle.

For this drawing, I used a pencil to make all the different patterns, then I went over the pencil with a Sharpie. After I went over with a Sharpie, I colored in some of the white in the patterns to give it a different look.

In this picture, I really like how the different patterns look. The pattern that I like the most is the lines with the shaded background by the triangle one (by the lower right corner). I also like a lot of the others too, but there are one or two I don’t like (like the half triangle pattern near the upper right corner).

For my next drawing, I might make another zentangle but different, or I might make something else.

THE RISE OF GREAT TERRA | CONTINENTALS WAR: ARCERIUM RISING 8

By: Hoaseng Thao

PROLOGUE

On the early dusk of August 29th, 1948, General Calor Thor, age 31, of the Jupitan Imperial Army and commander of Army Group Caster, stood on the tarmac of a makeshift airfield and stared at the sky. His gaze on the starry skies kept still until the sounds of roaring fighter jets slowly approached the runway that his gaze finally returned down to the ground. The invasion of Sapan lies in his hands, and failure is not an option.

TROUBLED TIMES IN SAPAN

“Map of the Kingdom of Sapan, c.1942”
”Flag of the Kingdom of Sapan”

The Kingdom of Sapan resides on the Kyusian continent, and for most of its history, was the strongest nation on the planet. That was until the Great Vaserian War of 1920, when their invasion of the Vaserian Federation led to a devastating four year war that cost the lives of over three million Sapanese soldiers, and a resounding victory for Vaseria.

Three million young men and women died overseas in a failed invasion, an entire generation was lost, and those who lost loved ones blamed the war hungry government. In 1926, King Genta III, who had started the war, was forced to abdicate the throne when it appeared that the entire country was rioting against him.

On November 20th, 1940, the king’s nephew, Lord Daiki, was crowned king due to his vocal support against the war with Vaseria. His policies as king saw the nation turn away from its militaristic past in favor of improving the lives of its people, however he would pass away three years in his reign before he could fully implement his policies.

King Daiki’s brother, Lord Jiro, was crowned the next king of Sapan, but his rule led to rampant corruption within his government and a rise of independence movements by many ethnic groups in the far east and south, who felt that his rule was the final straw of staying under Sapanese rule.

OPERATION FORWARD HIKE

With the help of corrupt Sapanese officials, Great Terran forces were able plan an invasion of Sapan, with the main force invading from the northern coastline to make a mad dash to the capital, Nozomi, while the Hoshiran army would invade from their shared border to liberate the ethnic groups in eastern Sapan.

Under the command of General Thor, Over 50,000 soldiers were airdropped on the Sapanese northern plains and another 50,000 landed via the Ara Sea on August 29th, 1948. Their mission was to quickly reach the Sapanese capital, Nozomi, and occupy important government buildings and install a pro-Terran government with the help of corrupt military officials.

Despite having the advantage, General Thor cautiously moved his forces, but many of his field officers refused his orders in order to claim the glory of taking the Sapanese capital. Those who stood by Thor’s orders were lucky, as the ambitious officers were soon wiped out by the supposed “corrupt” Sapanese army.

The supposedly corrupt Sapanese army they had confronted in their invasion was being led by the king’s daughter, Princess Chiyo. Prior to the invasion, The princess, as well as members of the Ministry of Defense, learned of the Terran invasion plot after receiving coded messages from a mole within Jupita’s high command, and quickly formed a force of 100,000 loyal followers to combat the invasion.

Fierce fighting began as the sun broke the horizon. When news broke out about the invasions from the north and east, thousands armed themselves to combat the invaders. In the east, the Hoshiran armies met fierce resistance by the ethnic groups they were supposed to be “liberating”. Despite being under Sapanese rule for centuries, these groups were still loyal to the crown or at least the ever more heroic Princess.

Upon hearing that the invasion of Sapan started, the King tried to flee the royal palace but was immediately reprimanded by the Princess and the Royal Guard, and forced him to abdicate the throne in favor of putting the Princess in charge. The princess immediately called upon full mobilization of the Army, and by September 3rd, the army was fully mobilized and ready to combat the invaders.

The Terrans, despite not achieving their goal of capturing the capital, quickly gained land during the Sapanese mobilization, taking most of the northern coastline as well as the Otryan peninsula in the far east. By September 10th, the entire eastern regions of Sapan capitulated to the Terrans, but there were still many waging guerilla campaigns against the Terrans.

On September 13th, Coalition forces were allowed to enter Sapan, over 300,000 Coalition troops were transported to the Sapanese front. Despite the aid of Coalition troops, Terran forces were able to push south and capture the capital by the end of October, but at the cost of using most of their stocks of chemical weapons.

Over 80% of Sapanese territory was occupied with the southern regions, as well as holdouts in the mountains, remaining under Coalition control. By the new year Princess Chiyo had ordered the army to hold their ground no matter the cost, and it led to the Sapanese front becoming a meat grinder.

“Photograph of an abandoned Jupitan T-IX Piercer tank in the Kingdom of Kayusa, c. June 9th, 1969”

EVER EXPANDING WAR

By April 15th, 1949, Hoshiran forces invaded the neighboring Federal Republic of Jinyu to maneuver around Coalition forces in Sapan. Despite capitulating the Jinyun government within hours, they were unable to flank the Coalition, as they too would invade Jinyun to out flank them. The war had now spanned across the entire Kyusian continent, from Sapan in the east to Molivia in the south.

“Sample from the Valonan History Channel’s “The Return of Great Terra” documentary”

As the war ravaged the Kyusian continent, it was only inevitable that it would spread to another continent. By May of 1949, The Cazar Empire, a member state of Great Terra, was secretly notified by Jupita that it would fully support their territorial ambitions on the Eusonan continent if they invaded their neighboring country, the Kirston empire, and gave Jupita access to its rich Arcerium fields.

”Flag of the Cazar Empire”
”Flag of the Kirston Empire”

Not wanting to be left out of the glory of war, the Cazar empire agreed to their secret deal, and their army would slowly grow in size on the Kirston border. The Cazars shall seek their glory of war, and their flag shall be raised over the Kirston capital. But the Kirstons, who had endured multiple invasion attempts by the Cazars in the past, shall endure it once again for the final time.

Slit-mouth woman (Kuchisake-onna)

By: Seng Yang

Growing up in a small town in Japan, I always found comfort in the familiar routine of my life. My name is Emi, and I’ve lived in this quiet village for as long as I can remember. My parents owned a quaint little bookstore, and I spent most of my childhood lost in the pages of countless novels. The stories I read were my escape, my way of exploring the world beyond our serene surroundings.

As I grew older, I took a part-time job at a local convenience store to help with college expenses. The job was mostly uneventful, stocking shelves, ringing up customers, and occasionally dealing with the odd late-night shopper. But it was on one of these late shifts that my life took a turn into the surreal.

It was a chilly autumn evening, and the air had a bite to it that made me pull my jacket tighter around me. The streets were eerily quiet, the only sound being the rustle of leaves in the wind. I had just finished my shift and was walking home, lost in thoughts about an upcoming exam, when I saw her, a woman standing under a flickering streetlight, her face partially obscured by a surgical mask.

“Am I beautiful?” she asked, her voice soft yet chilling.

I hesitated, recalling the stories I’d heard from my grandmother about Kuchisake-onna, the slit-mouthed woman. “Yes,” I replied cautiously.

She removed her mask, revealing a grotesque, gaping wound that stretched from ear to ear. “How about now?”

My heart pounded in my chest. I knew the wrong answer could be deadly. Frozen in place, my grandmother had told me, “If she ever approaches you asking that, describe her appearances as average. It will then confuse her and she’ll leave you alone.”

“You’re average looking,” I managed to say, trying to keep my voice steady.

She stared at me for what felt like an eternity before slowly putting the mask back on. Without another word, she turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving me standing there, trembling and breathless.

Since that night, I have never walked alone after dark. The legend of Kuchisake-onna is no longer just a story to me, it’s a terrifying reality I will never forget. Now, every time I pass that flickering streetlight, I can’t help but quicken my pace, my mind replaying that chilling encounter. The boundaries between legend and reality have blurred, and I live with the constant reminder that some stories are more than just tales. They are warnings.

We’re Alive

By: Daniel Kendle

*Note: The following story is a work of horror. It contains graphic imagery, and depictions of violence including self harm.

Vines coiled. Leaves flitted. The world was at pause, yet the jungle roared in praise at its newest creation: the very thing I watched in horror from across the garden sanctum.

It was tall, with the body shape of an average man, yet constructed from what looked like peat and various flora mashed together in an unholy amalgamation of death, one that looked an astral god in the eyes with malice. It was slightly bent, the bark and mud groaning from their new roles. It was a monster. It was alive.

My clothes, no longer splendid and clean from the garden’s chaotic innards, looked like rags compared to the creature’s rake-like claws. Huge and strong, they were the type of things one would expect out of an extinct animal, something ancient in look and primal in sound. Yet here we were, watching one another from opposite ends of the glass facility. What was once a folk story was real, breathing, eyes twitching. It was silent, but internally I could feel it screaming, hissing in a rage that could only emanate from a beast burdened by the eventual stroll of time.

It took a step forward. Plants rattled and shuffled, the flytraps adorning its left shoulder – or what could be seen as one – contorted ever so slightly. They were the creatures voices, part of a hive mind.

I was in a state of paradoxical stasis. I was afraid, like I imagined anyone would’ve been, yet I was also entranced. Delusioned, yes, but nonetheless intrigued by the immortal shape that skulked towards me. It was halfway across the garden’s square by now, its chrysalis now resembling a broken egg.

It reached me. Spores danced like angels in the aether. We stood, only feet away from each other, trying to make out what the other’s intentions were. Mine were of fearful lust. Their intentions, meanwhile, were something beyond this world’s mortal coil. Something beyond my stupid brain of a mangy ape.

I finally stepped back, then ran.

I didn’t leave my apartment for a couple of weeks. My fridge was full, but my stomach wasn’t. I couldn’t think straight, talk right, move like the hedonistic wretch I used to be a month ago. The monster plagued my mind. It was as if a demon had burrowed into my throat, then my stomach, and then my lungs. I wanted it out.

But even after a few hours, the feeling wasn’t gone, that emotion that called from inside me like a bat rising out of Hell. The fictitious demon continued to coil around me, its snaking body squeezing my neck like a python. I wanted to vomit in retort, but my lame throat forbade it. I curled up on the couch, breathing heavily. I finally tried to sleep.

In my trance of anguish, I found again that sensual desire from my encounter with the creature. I was stunned at this rediscovery, and blushed. For the first time since that fateful night I smiled, bashful. I imagined the creature, now not under the umbrella of fear, but under one of compassion. This umbrella was one of lust, of an attraction towards this false human.

Just before entering my tired paralysis, I toyed with the creature and I like dolls in a house. I could imagine their thick vines and bark claws raking across my face. Embraced in celestial love, I dreamed of us together. I wanted, needed their touch. Why, in that moment I could almost picture the pair of us in their nighttime world again, vines allaying my worries as they ensnared my naked skin…

My world was slowly becoming one of flora and fungi. My cat was slowly morphing into a tiger; a beast that wanted to eat me alive. Its cries rang out through my concrete jungle, thick and drenched with sweat.

My mind was blotted with an incurable smog. The end was before me. Time was no longer on my side.

Days later, my fingernails were on the bathroom floor. Blood was shed, as were tears. They reminded me of its eyes: apricot, with hints of deep coral pink littered around the edges. The difference was red strewn about my hands – and the wall.

I wanted to scream. This apparition lurking inside me hadn’t left. The thing in the garden was the only thing keeping me sane, though at this point my love for it had blossomed, for lack of a better term. A name had been endowed onto it. I didn’t just crave it anymore; my faith in it had reached its climax. It was now less of a physical want, but instead a psychological fix that festered in me.

A parasite.

I bashed my head against the wall. My cat scratched at the door in a desperate attempt to calm me. It was an intrusion, and in response I continued bashing. Bashing and crashing and bashing until…

Red.
Blood.
Relief.
I was panting, smiling. For a moment, the parasite left me, abandoning my vessel that had become polluted with the deranged clouds of the deceased. Smoke filled my lungs. Acid filled my gullet. My brain was like a hurricane that had subsided, only to return in a new form.

The cat was becoming a distraction.

Desire balled up inside me. That longing for demise, that need for the creature ate me alive like animals to rancid meat. I was that meat. I needed to die by their hand.

My hands were laughing at me, snickering at me, jackals basking in the glow of a kill. My knife joined them. My blood joined them. My cat joined them.

The garden was my fix. My mind couldn’t take it anymore; I needed to return. By crawling across my apartment to the door, grabbing my coat and wrapping it loosely around my ragged body. I stood up, bent at the knees, joints knocked together, and left my home.

The walk was quick, even though it took a half hour. I couldn’t remember much after; my blurred vision made seeing difficult, memory impossible. Humans and humans walked past me, some staring, others more direct in their traveling. I was like a lost ship at sea, until I found my lighthouse.

The park where I’d found the garden was just ahead of me, who was flailing in desperation at the sight. I sprinted – or “hobbled,” to be accurate – towards a thicket near the eastern quadrant of the fields. There it was: a bramble of shrubbery that stretched high above the oak and aspen trees, a cloud of doom. My sanctuary.

I tore through the vegetation. My stumps of hands bled out once again, but at this point my mind was dulled enough to barely notice. My brain, burdened with evolution, was escaping its chains and about to be set free.

Breaking through the final wall of foliage revealed the garden once again. The same chain-link fence, derelict gate…it all came back to me. I ran into the sanctum a moment later.

It was relatively-simple finding my way through the garden again. A left, right, two lefts, then straight. The dead architects had done well in the maze’s design.

Finally I ran into the square. It was night again; the sky’s complexion was almost identical to the fateful night weeks before – just like the monster’s.

It rose. Bark snapped against other bark; vines knotted around other vines. An air of dread was exhaled by its green, meat-hungry servants. The beauty ascended, slathered in a coat of moss and love. I felt weak. The monster was awake.

My hands were fighting at my sides. I couldn’t take it anymore. I rushed towards it, tears streaming down my cheeks, demons roaring in raucous excitement. I leapt towards it, hands outstretched, body wide.

As my life was sucked away, I began to resist. The vines around me began to prick my skin, and the leaves sliced through flesh. I struggled a bit, my mind free. The parasite was gone, only now, I was too. I began to scream; the forest as well. For once, the monster let out a cry of anger, of rage. It shrieked, desperate for me as I was once for it. We struggled for a moment, a cage of bones starting to encircle me. Now that I was with it again, the world had changed. The body of a human gave way to a thinly-veiled structure of mud and dirt. Thinking jaws of flytraps wilted, alongside the rest of its body.

The pair of us were sinking, down, down, into the soil below. I yelled, hoping someone special would hear and be my ally. In the moment, I felt that recollection of consciousness. My vision sharpened, and my trance was broken. I was alive again, the monster dead.

Embraced in eternal love and death, the plants and I sank into the Earth, silent as the forest night.

Drawing of a cap

By: Pwe Doh Gay

This is a drawing of a cap, also known as a baseball cap. I made this cap because lots of people in the world wear caps. All types of people wear caps, not just baseball players or baseball fans.

For this drawing, I used a pencil, then I went over it with a Sharpie. After that, I used markers to color the cap in. In this picture, I drew the front and back of the cap. I also put the Highland Park logo and name on it. Also, I put the ‘MN’ for Minnesota and St. Paul on it.

I really like how the drawing turned out. I like the logo of Highland Park on it and the names. I like the red on the cap a lot because it is bright, and the gray on it gives it a different look. I also like how I drew a front and back to show both sides of the hat.

For my next picture, I don’t know what I will be making, but it might be a hat or something about sports or something different.

Football drawing

By: Pwe Doh Gay

This is a drawing of a football. I made the football because lots of people like football and I like sports; I am even on the football team. Football is one of the most famous sports in America.

In this drawing, I used a pencil, then went over with a Sharpie. After that I used markers to color the football in. I put an American flag on the football to tell you that it is American football and not soccer. I also wrote football on it just for fun.

I like how cool the picture turned out because of the American flag on it. The flag makes the football look different. But I don’t like how the stars look because of how close they are together.

For my next drawing, I will draw a cap or something else.

THE INVASION OF KOLDR | CONTINENTALS WAR: ARCERIUM RISING 7

By: Hoaseng Thao

BACKGROUND

When the hero defeated the Grand Emperor of Great Terra and his forces at the Battle of Veldpal in 1 BH (Before Hero), it led to the dissolution of the empires that once made up Great Terra. The Lunari Empire, or the 11th empire, of Great Terra dissolved peacefully into many nation states, but it also saw the creation of two prominent states, Koldr and Jupita.

In the 1920’s, two new resources were found in the Arcerian continent, known as Arcerium and Arsoulium, and soon enough they were found throughout the world. In 1936, Koldr, now the Koldr Confederation of States, discovered Arcerium fields in its eastern states bordering Jupita, known back then as the Imperial Jupitan Union.

”Flag of the Imperial Jupitan Union”
”Flag of the Koldr Confederation of States”

When news broke out about the newly discovered Arcerium fields in eastern Koldr, the Jupitan premier, Alek Treijon, offered a joint venture between the two nations that would greatly benefit the Lunarin continent. But In reality, Treijon and his council knew that Koldr would deny their offer, and that their denial would lead to public support for a war against Koldr.

And when Koldr did officially decline their offer, Treijon would publicly announce to the people that the idea of a Koldr state, was a harbinger of greed that has only now shown its true self when given the chance to share a resource that can benefit the whole continent. The people, having believed that they had been wronged, cried out for war.

INVASION

On the night of May 2nd, 1948, Jupitan aircraft launched from their airfields and penetrated Koldrin airspace without any resistance. Jupitan paratroopers were dropped from their aircrafts deep into Koldr Territory, securing major highways and allowing the main invasion force to enter the country quickly. Jupitan bombers soon began to drop their payloads on key military installations as well as bombing cities indiscriminately, with the goal of spreading chaos.

Koldr radar at the time were undergoing tests and were not able to accurately confirm the incoming aircrafts as friendly or bugs in the system. When news of the invasion reached the Koldrin military command, a coded message was broadcasted immediately on all secured frequencies. “JUPITAN INVASION, HOLD OUT FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS”

Despite how successful the aerial invasion force was, the same cannot be said about the main invasion force. The main invasion force consisted of two groups, the first were the professional army known as the Vimact (“Active Force”), the second were the ill-trained Conze (“Conscripted Army”), and consisted of conscripts and penal soldiers.

The Conze were designed to be used as cannon fodder to tire out the enemy before the Vimact arrived on scene. For the first few hours of the invasion, the poorly trained Conze became sitting ducks for the more professional Koldrin army, resulting in high casualties within the Conze and complete disorganization amongst the Conze command. When the Vimact did arrive, the battle on the ground turned in favor of Jupita as the Koldrin army were forced to consolidate their forces southward and to abandon the northern territories.

Within the first week of the invasion, Koldr was split in half, the Northern army command was cut off from the rest of the army as the Jupitan army stretched from its border to the Voreal strait. The forces that remained in the southern states quickly began to evacuate all civilians from the frontlines and into the southern sea ports, where ships from the international community were waiting.

Jupitan forces, despite gaining the upper hand in the first week, struggled to push the Koldrin army farther south. To solve this, Jupitan aircraft began to fly over the enemy positions while releasing chemical weapons down below. The results were horrific as Jupitan pilots were told to be indiscriminate in their targets, and to prioritize terror tactics.

“A pair of Jupitan JFI-10 Fighter Jet patrolling the skies above koldr c. May 9th, 1948”

One incident saw a Jupitan pilot release chemical agents above a crowd fleeing into an underground subway system in Promisa city. When the Conze took over the city the following day, one Conze soldier, Geran Halte who testified in the 1960 Oshington trials, described the incident as “horror beyond comprehension to any sane being other than a Jupitan”.

In the second week of the war, Jupitan forces had taken around 80% of the country. Koldrin forces in the North remained to defy all odds, using the northern terrain to their advantage as Jupitan aircraft could not handle the harsh conditions that is Northern Koldr. In the south, nearly 60% of the southern states population (~160,000) had evacuated, but the southern front saw heavy losses for the Koldrin army.

INTERNATIONAL CAUSE

When news broke out that a war between Jupita and Koldr started, nations across the world grew weary of the rising Jupitan state and their ever ambitious leader, Treijon. Not wanting to see the Lunarian continent or even the world under a Jupitan flag, Vasio’s standing president Leon Fazichi, publicly announced his support for not only Koldr, but for an international coalition against Jupita. With the support of other nations, the Tectonic Coalition was formed and with it brought the war to the international stage.

As Koldr’s capital was besieged by Jupitan forces, the Tectonic Coalition sent a naval task force of 52 ships to the Ara Sea to support the remaining Koldrin army. On May 23rd, the naval task force had made its way to the Ara Sea, and was immediately intercepted by the much larger Jupitan navy.

The Battle of the Ara Sea begins, and it ends in a humiliating defeat for the Tectonic Coalition. 33 ships sunk, including two aircraft carriers, the Vasion RVS Victory and the Ashiran RAS Ravage. The Jupitans would only lose 12 ships, including the battleship, JIS Logan IV. The remaining ships that survived were hunted down by submarines with only nine of the nineteen escaped ships, making it back to friendly waters.

DEFEAT

May 26th, with their capital captured, and their allies in retreat, the remaining Koldrin leadership surrendered to the Jupitans. Those that continued the fight fled into neighboring nations, but they too, would see the same fate as Koldr. The Kingdom of Casikee fell in 36 hours, the Republic of Borea 12 hours, and finally, the Republic of Oprica would submit to Jupitan rule.

On June 6th, 1948, the Jupitan flag was flown throughout the Lunarian continent, and in the capital city of Jupita, Heliica, Treijon stood in front of a large crowd, and announced to the people his vision for the future. He proclaimed that the unification of the continent was only a stepping stone for what he called “Total Salvation”, as he sought to bring back Great Terra and restore the empire to its former glory. Ending his speech, Treijon asked the crowd, “Do you want war? Do you want total victory?” and the crowd, having seen their nation conquer the entire continent, roared in support.

Great Terra has returned, and brought with it allies. The Empires of Hoshira, Epreau, Ostera, and Cazar would align themselves with Jupita, with the shared belief that the war was in their favor.

The Tectonic Coalition, despite suffering a humiliating defeat, stood alone against the return of Great Terra. Its leadership knew that an imminent attack was near, but where would it be? General Beck Vernard of the Molivian Army, believed that there would be an imminent invasion of Moliva from Hoshira, Oanoran Admiral Fefa Kemit, believed that a naval invasion was imminent for Pavlovia and Luxona, and others would follow the same idea.

The idea that the impending invasion had to be on allied territory, since it was the only logical decision they would make, was all they could come up with, but they failed to realize one important thing about Great Terra. Great Terra sought the whole world.