Ok, Iíve decided to keep a journal of my time spent in my self-imposed quarantine. I donít know who is going to read this; I suppose for now itís more about keeping my head straight. A month ago it was business as usual on planet Earth, now itís everyone for themselves. I intend on surviving, as long as I can. Long term, who knows?
Day 1. So here I am. This rooftop will be my world for the foreseeable future, while I wait out the chaos enveloping the world around me. Some have stayed in their homes, turning them into what they hope are impenetrable fortresses. Many more fled to the country, which now is nothing but a bandit riddled wildland. No, I'll take my chance here, hidden, alone. Iíve chosen as my refuge a small office building a few kms from the CBD. A penthouse would be much nicer, what with a pool and all. But gangs and thugs hijacked all the residential high rises. Hopefully, no-one will notice me here in this crappy commercial office. Thatís what Iím hoping anyway.
First was the HAULING. Everything I think Iíll need to survive up on this roof indefinitely. All my vegetables hastily torn from my veggie patch, a single mattress, and what seems like a million other bits and pieces. I emptied my house into my car. Oh, my car. THANK GOD for my old, rusty car. Most cars built after the mid 80ís didnít work after that EMP event. Ditto computer, phones. Ha! I used to envy my friends in their nice new cars! Electric this, electric that. Useless now! My crappy olí rust bucket saved my life Ė no electronic ignition.
After laboriously dragging everything from the car up 5 flights of stairs, as the lifts donít work, I was totally exhausted. But I knew I couldnít rest until Iíd sealed myself off from the madness below me. But first I ďborrowedĒ some items from this office complex: photocopier paper (toilet paper) and ink(never know what that may come in handy for), wood from the CEOís desk (whittled into crude spears) and a step exercise machine for some form of exercise. First Ė shearing off the lift cable. Now to barricade the stairwell. Starting just below the last landing before the roof, as I want the top floor as a buffer zone, I carefully grabbed some broken glass and superglued in to the stairwell behind me as I ascended. Next I dragged some photocopies and other office junk and stacked it as high as I could, leaving a few gaps for me to empty my stool bucket through. Ta-da! An effective barricade and toilet system: Iíll dump my waste below the blockage. Figure if I do receive any visitors, a few good kicks on the junk wall here and gravity will do the rest: pinning my would-be attackers against excrement-covered broken glass and the office furniture/copiers. Hopefully. Play my cards right and I wonít get any visitors.
Day 2. No rest yet. Good to get all that heavy lifting done while I still have some strength. I imagine that will change in the coming weeks. But I gotta set up my vegie garden. Iíll use bits of the CEOís desk and some old computers as a border, then Iíll fill as much space as I can with my dirt. Thereís a rainwater drain on this corner of he roof so Iíll use that for drainage. Hopefully weíll get enough rain for both me and the plants. Donít have a huge variety here because I wasnít planning on trying to survive on my little vegie garden before the you-know-what hit the fan. At least Iíve got a few potato plants; theyíre high in calories. Besides that, one or two pumpkins, a couple of carrots, a tomato tree and an orange tree. Need that one, which Iíve staked, to avoid scurvy! Also, I hope to graft and propagate new plants in little makeshift greenhouses I made out of old soft drink bottles. Now my tiny garden is set up, with a bit of luck the fruit and worms will attract birds. That reminds me-should get to work whittling a crude spearÖ
Day 3. Finally a rest day. More time to look and listen to what going on below me-not good. Was using binoculars but Iíve given up. I see terrible things. The noises I canít avoid: distant gunfire, occasional screams, the odd car or motorbike. Havenít seen a plane or helicopter for weeks. Hung up some washing. No more warm showers. Bathing will be whenever it rains. Iíll boil some water tomorrow from the rainwater tank now Iíve just about run out of my old home supply. Gonna hook up my trusty wind-up torch to the kettle.
Day 4. Potted around the plants, hung up some washing for when it rains. Tried the exercise bike too.
Day 5. Doing ok. Very tired. Probably from not eating too much. Trying to ration. Figure Iíll start losing weight as my body tries to reach a lower equilibrium between energy intake and expenditure.
Day 6. Spend today crawling. Sniper took shots at me. Mustnít be army though-Iíd be dead already if they were. Wonder if Iíll get any visitors now.
Day 7. Still hiding but no more shots. My beard is turning white. From lack of some vitamins? Or fear?
Day 8. Got the guts to walk around now. Seems my ďfriendĒ decided to save his bullets killing something he could eat rather than waste them. Inspected the damage. He just missed the water pipe. Other than that theyíre a terrible shot.
Day 11. Given up on the exercise for exercise sake. Not enough energy. Was thinking: isnít this how the Indians went on a vision quest-isolation and no foodÖ.?
Day 13. Stalked my first bird today. Tried to spear it but missed. Hope it comes back.
Day 24. Success! Speared a bird today. ECSTATIC! This could actually work! I CAN survive here on this tiny oasis in the sea of Armageddon. Attempted to fry my catch on my hotplate, hooked up to the exercise bike via my wind-up torch's magnetic dynamo but gave up after 5 minutes. In my weakened state, the energy I spend to cook the meat probably wonít be recouped in eating it. Might try an old Aboriginal trick tomorrow: catching a small bird and tying it to my orange tree. It flapping around for a while might attract a larger bird like a hawk or something. First I gotta catch the damn thing.
Day 27. Gave up the hawk catching idea and decided to build a crude solar oven from photocopier machine glass and other stuff lying around. It takes an eternity to heat the meat, and it doesnít cook all the way thru but it still tastes DELICIOUS! And I get to sit around while it happens. Dunno how weíll go during wintertimeÖ
Day 30. Too much time to think.
Day 33? Had a nightmare last night about a black, two-headed dragon trying to eat me. Or was it a dream? Maybe itís real. Maybe dragons have come alive and are destroying the world. Better take precautions. Better stay inside for a while.
Day 37? Very weak but waiting for dragons. How do you know if youíre going insane? Would it feel any different?
Donít care what day it is. Depressed. Nearly jumped yesterday. Nearly ended it all. Whatís the point of going on?
Day 48? Chickened out. Dunno why. I hear voices. Mommy chased the dragons away. Why canít I sit in the front seat with you Daddy? No, donít be absurd! Weíre not dating; weíre just friendsÖ.
Day 55. Feeling better today for some reason. Decided to get my old mix tape out, which Iíd been saving, got up on the roof for a bit of air guitar to Van Halenís ďPanamaĒ and The Whoís ďWonít get fooled again.Ē Donít care if Iím making too much noise. Let the dragons come if the want (or whoever else is out there waiting to kill me.) Canít remember having more fun! Collapsed, exhausted but ecstatic, after just 2 songs.
So what next? Should I stay here on the rooftop palace or descend back down to solid ground. If I stay here I face starvation, dragons, madness; who knows what awaits me down below. Maybe everythingís alright now. Maybe all the chaos has gone. Could be peaceful. Might be too weak to climb down on my rope. What if Iím the last person left alive?Ö
And that, fellow builders, is how you beat Chris 'Wiggum' Phipson in a build-off. Don't worry, I gave him a handicap-his 3 year old daughter helped him with his build. Who knows, they might even post something half-decent. But I think that corn-fed man-cow should stick to his day job. I mean, that evidence isn't gonna tamper itself!
Gotta admit I'm a closet survivalist. Main resource for my story was taken here:
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wow. the creation is great, but what i love the most is the super long, and detailed story line. what i like as well is the part where the dragon comes, the dark purple visual affects and such. great work!
I'm not a survivalist, but I am a critic. The only reason I'm not giving you a 5 is because of the absense of SNOT. If it had been SNOT, it would have been perfect. But, of course, you still get a 4 anyhow. Congragulations: I am rating you a near-perfectionalist.
Yay, I did not miss it! I have not checked out Philopson's yet, but yours will wipe the floor with his! I give you a 5/5 for the story, and a (close) 5/5/ for the build. It looks like your style. I loved the story. Great job.
4 for the MOC - good elements like the clothesline and the exercycle, but the garden could have been better detailed, and the central structure looks out of place, like a backyard tool shed on top of an office building. 4 for the story - enjoyed it (bonus points for a "Won't Get Fooled Again" reference) and the descent into madness was interesting, but I feel you missed an opportunity for a flashback filling us in on exactly what the disaster was that drove him to the roof (an EMP? But it couldn't have been a nuclear bomb, right? He's not worried about fallout), and the link shows you didn't think of the glass and excrement barricade yourself -- I was disappointed.
Hmmm, its a hard decision, so we'll take the easy route, its a tie (diplomacy and all that stuff). I'll give you the edge on the story, 5/5 to Phipson's (4.9/5), but I give Phipson the edge in the creation with a 5/5 to your 4.9/5. There was definitely nothing lacking in your creation, but Phippy gets the edge because he had a few more scenes (that bed scene was disturbing). Your story was great and your manipulation of your scene to follow the story was awesome. Good job.
First of all, I think that this build-off is an excellent idea; it spices up the MOCpages (we could use more of these). Second, my vote. I give a five out of five for the story because it brilliantly describes this man's struggle to stay alive. For the actual MOC, I am afraid I can only give a four out of five. I wish you could have shown us the staircase that he barricaded, or a bit more (I know this is nit-picky, but it is my vote) detail in the veggie patch. Otherwise, wonderful MOC, great job Mr. Ocean. Can't wait to see Mr. Phipson's MOC.
Wow. I hope Chris Actually posts something after this. When initially going in I was going to give 4's in both categorys to wait for the rebuttal, but i changed my mind, 5/5 Story, 5/5 Creativity, 5/5 MOC build. Way to go.
My first review got SENT! ARRRGGGHHH! I'm starting to rethink this at this point. I'm offically casting my vote for you, my worthy advisary, as 5 for the story and 4 for the build (we ALL know you could have done better on that). Although I am not admiting defeat yet, I bow to your Mocyness! Good luck ~ Chris. P.S. She's only 17 months old.
Great MOC, great MOC. Ok, the MOC gets 5/5, and the story gets 5/5 also. Only one thing with the MOC. You said he was "air guitaring" right? Well, he had a "guitar" in his hands. Oh well this is awesome. And Alpha Squad, don't go around telling everyone to review your MOCs. That just tempts them NOT to. Anyways, great job Shannon.
OK, what's the first category going to be? I'm sure you've already decided, but if you do a second, are you going to boycott unless Phipson lets it be Cyborg Raceships? And the MOC itself is worthy of a 5/5. A very long read, but well worth it. plz revuw mi mocs!