Tin Universe Daily #274

#274

German Forest

BREAKING NEWS: The U.S. government is refusing to release a number of college students in Texas who were arrested protesting outside the state capital building, citing terrorist connection concerns…

BREAKING NEWS: Teacher armed under new gun laws passed in Arkansas shoots middle school student she thought was Beyond Human, was actually performing magic tricks during lunch break…

BREAKING NEWS: Is the U.S. government helping China track down pro-democracy citizens in exchange for them providing a location for a secret Beyond Human prison? …

No matter the treaties and surface appearance showing no nation is going to leave themselves weaponless and reliant on an unreliable ally unless they have to. This is especially true if a nation recently found out there was a plan at one time by people they now call allies to wipe them all off the face of the Earth.

Never underestimate the depths of darkness humans will swim into for survival.

This has to example by something that happen near the end of World War 2.

Towards the end of the war a secret meeting was held at a small British seashore village. The truth is at the end of the war secret meetings were taking place all over the world with many powers trying to carve out their stake in the world.

The war created shock waves that ripped throughout the world on just about every level.

This particular seashore meeting consisted of several representatives from the British military, an American who made everyone uneasy, and a German double agent who did a lot to help the war effort but now was wondering where his place would be, if he had any place at all.

They were the first to discuss the full details of what the Nazis had done. All the information hadn’t reached the rest of the world yet but they also weren’t trying to make any effort to hold this information out because there was no way of keeping it down.

That much death and that much evil could not be filed away for only certain eyes to know about.

The only subject of discussion at this meeting was about what action, if any would be taken against the German population as a whole for the sins of their government. There are some very dangerous points in history when humanity could tip over and civilization collapsed. This was one of those moments.

There was a lot of shouting and tossing of chairs between those at the meeting but a plan was agreed upon and hatched into operation at the meeting.

It was the only course, the only action that would cover their tracks for any possible future judgment and also wipe every person who ever supported the German war effort in any way off the planet.

From that meeting came the mission to track down and find a very powerful book that could help them accomplish this task. History is littered with stories and tales about powerful books. Some of these stories are just that, stories, but others are true.

Two years was spent after the war looking for The Bible Of The Orchid Secret, one of the most powerful of sacred texts, but finally the search was called off. Political attitudes had changed, wounds were healing, and horror was being replaced as it started to become history.

Germany Forest is one of Germany’s secret answers to living in a world of Beyond Humans and the only legal one being a very powerful being called Pulpy working for the United States.

The United States being one of those current allies they have learned a great deal about after a defection back to their side from a deep black place within the U.S. government.

And for payment for showing them they could only trust and rely on themselves the German government rewarded this man by putting him in charge of their own little secret plan.

This top secret German operation involves weaving things formally worn by Gods into human flesh. An attempt to mate the skin of the Gods with the skin of humanity all in the name of protecting the German people.

To many of Germanic heritage myth and the modern world have never been separated but what’s going on here is an attempt to birth something new and they should have known better, they should have been scared about what they were doing but just as World War Two was a tipping point so is another one coming.

One of the most common Beyond Human abilities is different degrees of advanced healing. Most people don’t even know they have this ability. They just never get sick and can seemingly take a great deal of punishment.

But many people know about this type of Beyond Human ability. These seminally lucky individuals have unluckily found themselves the test subjects of many government experiments in many nations in endeavors to create perfect soldiers, perfect warriors.

The young German man lying on the cold table in this metal floor to ceiling empty room had grafted to his body Megingjord- the belt of Thor and the iron gloves Jarngreipr said to grant a human the ability to wield Mjolnir.

Guess what they would like to send him looking for if he survives all of this.

FYI, unknown to most everyone Thor’s hammer is in the possession of the last of his bloodline that was left on the Earth when the other Gods abandoned it to find a place in the universe to wait out the life of humanity.

The men behind Germany Forest are hoping they have finally found someone who will survive the process they have put hundreds through.

The whole world smells, it stinks, and the future that in the air is turning like a brewing storm.

Check out all other Tin Universe releases at the below places:

SMASHWORDS:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/20576

Also can be found in Barnes&Noble Nook Store, iTunes, and many more places to buy ebooks.

The sale of this book without its cover….well, is, sort of, impossible since it really doesn’t have a cover but let us go through the legal spray out anyways. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that it was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Hands up to you who have books like this in your collection? Now that I put my hand down we can continue with the credits and copyright and legal and stuff that people just don’t ever pay attention to unless it is pumping their own horn.

An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.

Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. Williams, System*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com

Written by Brian C. Williams

Edited by Brian C. Williams

Tin Universe Daily #229

#229

There are so many versions of some stories. Especially when a prospective to the title of The Pledge is screwing with reality in Utah.

The date seemed to be April 16th 1945, though reality was twisted a little by the previous events in creation and by that previously mentioned very powerful young mind in Utah.

In Berlin the Nero Order had just been given. A dictator mad with defeat only saw the failures of his people to achieve victory and set loose plans to make all of them suffer for not achieving his goals.

In the surrounding hills near a concentration camp coded Valhalla you find a crow like creature sitting in a tree watching events unfold in an information gathering flight to this little planet we call Earth.

That though is a story for another time.

But also nearby, as within the same country, nearby a young man of war had this false hope. The hope was a hope of sorts where he was making his thoughts delusional to get through the minutes. A dream, no a wish to change his surroundings from a place of hiding and maybe surrender to a place of his old life. The place of his life before the war. But all of that is fantasy and he knows all too well the facts walking nearby.

Last year he was in Budapest and also spent time near the Austrian border in December working as an operations guard, all being the good soldier for his country. Now the cold chill he feels off the walls and the floors remind him of that December but also of the winters when he was younger. He grew up in a small farming village in Germany. He does not have to think or make wonder of questions at what they are planning to do to him because he knows exactly what he would do if he was in their position and they in his.

He always told himself the things his peop… the things he did…that they were acts of war. Over and over in his mind for the past hour was that it was simply a case of orders he took and had to follow.

Orders given to him.

Lies to oneself can be the most horrid to create and believe in.

Things we cannot take back the most damming to survive.

Put both together and that combination can be a most damaging one to humanity.

The American soldiers who put him in here, in this metal box, they were tired when they caught him and locked him folded up and smashed into the box to give themselves a chance to rest. Every time they questioned him he saw in their eyes parts of their humanity drift away. He knows that look because he put that look into so many eyes. That look was in an innumerable set of eyes as they passed him into the camp to never walk back out.

The American soldiers got separated from their unit. He ran when a tank group attacked the camp where he served as an outer wall guard. He ran for what seemed to him to be no less, could not have been no less than 4 days when he saw the mighty, the told to be undefeatable fall.

A number of Germans believed in ‘Versilles Diktat’. This thought was one were Germans believed the peace terms dictated by the Allies were unjust at the end of WWI. Actions given excuses for actions unforgivable in nature.

In a way the Gods of old had been reborn to only be found out to be as false as paper.

Running into the forest, running in the snow, running from the horrors he had taken part in and no longer having the protection of bigger guns or stronger arms to defend his actions, to defend his thoughts. It was as if Angels from Heaven had come down to judge the quality of Hell and they would not let one escape from the filth they had created.

He came into contact with this lost group of soldiers while hiding out in the hull of what once was a farm house burned to ruins by war. Which side it was a part of did not matter. They walked in through the back kitchen door as he stashed his self away in a storage side door in a bathroom. All of the soldiers were talking about the very camp he once proudly walked outside the walls of. By members of the tank group who shut down the camp they had gotten all the information, they knew all of what had happened there. The experiments, the mass burials, the rituals, all were known now. As he hid in fear from a crack in the storage area door he saw them walking, searching the house and they talked and he saw the anger which came off their lips with each word spoken about what they had been told.

The camp was part of The Final Solution. It contained twelve hutted structures containing many prisoners-Jews, trade unionists, gypsies, homosexuals, Beyond Humans before anyone knew what those were, Protestants, Catholics, and those subjected to “protective custody.”

At the time when the tanks had arrived not one prisoner remained living in the huts.

Now from within the farm toolbox they put him in he hears them as they are discussing ways of killing him. Pay back is shouted, justice is screamed, and tears are felt going down tired faces in the cold winter air as the soldiers discuss what they have seen and what others have faced.

Three of the five soldiers were very young. In appearance before they landed in the country they now find themselves in they would have looked not a day over 18 but now they had aged in the weeks they had spent fighting in this war. The other two soldiers were older and stood for the most part outside the house and would ever so often bark out an order to the younger ones so they must have been of higher rank. That at least was his thinking.

‘What is your rank?’ asked one of the soldiers.

‘I…I…’

‘Who cares what his rank is. I just want a name. I need a name so we can call out the demons you people are!’

‘My name is Deltaish Sermon.’

One of the older soldiers burst through the front door of the house. He rushed over to where Deltaish was sitting in the metal box and slapped him on the side of his head with the pistol that was still in his hand. Then he shoved Deltaish back into the box and shut the lid and began firing off rounds all around the box.

Deltaish just laid in the box feeling the blood slide down his face from the gun handle striking the side of his head. He was afraid to move an inch and could barely breathe with the fear filling up within his whole body.

For minutes that seemed like hours all Deltaish could hear outside of the box were footsteps shuffling around. Then a loud shouting voice rang out from the almost deadish quite, ‘Go ahead and kill him if you want to! I have killed probably more than a hundred men since touching ground from our jump in so one more will not haunt my dreams any more than the rest but he’s a prisoner and we are not an executioner squad!’

‘I can be,’ Was barely heard coming from outside the box.

The lid flew open and three pairs of hands grabbed Deltaish and pulled him from the box and began to drag him outside the house where they threw him down the front steps of the farmhouse.

He looked up from his position of looking down at the ground to see the three young soldiers staring down at him. He could also see back into the house where the older soldiers now where sitting on the metal box lighting cigarettes.

He turned away from them and gave a slight glance towards the forest that was nearby the farmhouse. He asked himself questions of whether he had the strength to run and if he did was that what they wanted, to shoot him as he ran?

Was it what he wanted?

 In a way he thought about it just to make it easier for them.

From behind he could hear footsteps slowly coming down the houses wooden front steps and then boots began kicking him. At first he tried to at least shield his face but after a few to the ribs he no longer had the strength to raise his arms and just laid there on the ground as they continued to kick him for over 20 minutes.

He was gasping for air from the beating when one of the soldiers spoke to the other two, ‘Pick him up. I want to get this over with because I’m starting to get sick from just being around him.’

Two of them picked Deltaish up by his arms. The force of them doing so cracked already damaged ribs. One of the young soldiers pulled his Army issued rifle from his shoulder where it was hanging by an overused thinned out strap and pushed it up to be right in front of this German soldiers face and aimed his sights right between the blue eyes of a soldier and another soldier pulled the trigger of his gun.

The death was in war.

Check out all other Tin Universe releases at the below places:

SMASHWORDS:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/20576

Also can be found in Barnes&Noble Nook Store, iTunes, and many more places to buy ebooks.

The sale of this book without its cover….well, is, sort of, impossible since it really doesn’t have a cover but let us go through the legal spray out anyways. If you purchased this book without a cover, you should be aware that it was reported to the publisher as “unsold and destroyed.” Hands up to you who have books like this in your collection? Now that I put my hand down we can continue with the credits and copyright and legal and stuff that people just don’t ever pay attention to unless it is pumping their own horn.

An Original Publication of System* Publishing, a Tin Universe book published by System*Publishing, a division of System*Productions, Melbourne, Florida. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or living dead, is entirely and very much so in the coincidental.

Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2015, Brian C. Williams, System*Productions. Tin Universe Daily, and all related titles, characters, and elements are trademarks of System*Productions. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. While unauthorized reproduction is sometimes needed, please remember us writers types are for the most part a poor lot just in search of a ways to tell our stories and enough money to add to our Doctor Who collections….well, at least that fits me. For more information on Tin Universe Daily, the artists who contributed to this book, and Tin Universe contact System*Productions at hangofwednesday@gmail.com

Written by Brian C. Williams

Edited by Brian C. Williams

Any Additional Photography by Stainless Photography

Cover Digital Work by 74 Images

Tin Universe Daily #127

Tin Universe Daily #127

There are so many versions of some stories,

Especially when a prospective to the title of The Pledge is screwing with reality in Utah,

The date seems to be April 16th 1945, though reality is twisted a little by the previous events in creation and by that previously mentioned very powerful young mind in Utah.

In Berlin the Nero Order has just been given. A dictator mad with defeat only sees the failures of his people to achieve victory and sets out plans to make all of them suffer for not achieving his goals.

In the surrounding hills near a concentration camp coded Valhalla you would find a crow like creature sitting in a tree watching events unfold in an information gathering flight to this little planet we call Earth.

That though is a story for another time.

But also nearby, as within the same country, near by a young man of war had this false hope. The hope was a hope of sorts where he was making his thoughts delusional to get through the minutes. A dream, no a wish to change his surroundings from a place of hiding and maybe surrender to a place of his old life. The place of his life before the war. But all of that is fantasy and he knows all too well the facts walking nearby.

Last year he was in Budapest and also spent time near the Austrian border in December working as an operations guard, all being the good soldier for his country. Now the cold chill he feels off the walls and the floors remind him of that December but also of the winters when he was younger. He grew up in a small farming village in Germany. He does not have to think or make wonder of questions at what they are planning to do to him because he knows exactly what he would do if he was in their position and they in his.

He always told himself the things his peop… the things he did…that they were acts of war. Over and over in his mind for the past hour was that it was simply a case of orders he took and had to follow.

Orders given to him.

Lies to oneself can be the most horrid to create.

Things we cannot take back the most damming to survive.

Put both together and that combination can be a most damaging one to humanity.

The American soldiers who put him in here, in this metal box, they were tired when they caught him and locked him folded up and smashed into the box to give themselves a chance to rest. Every time they question him he sees in their eyes parts of their humanity drift away. He knows that look because he put that look into so many eyes. That look was in an innumerable set of eyes as they passed him into the camp to never walk back out.

The American soldiers got separated from their unit. He ran when a tank group attacked the camp where he served as an outer wall guard. He ran for what seemed to him to be no less, could not have been no less than 4 days when he saw the mighty, the told to be undefeatable fall.

A number of Germans believed in ‘Versilles Diktat’. This thought was one where Germans believed the peace terms dictated by the Allies were unjust at the end of WWI. Actions given excuses for actions unforgivable in nature.

In a way the Gods of old had been reborn to only be found out to be as false as paper.

Running into the forest, running in the snow, running from the horrors he had taken part in and no longer having the protection of bigger guns or stronger arms to defend his actions, to defend his thoughts. It was as if Angels from Heaven had come down to judge the quality of Hell and they would not let one escape from the filth they had created.

He came into contact with this lost group of soldiers while hiding out in the hull of what once was a farm house burned to ruins by war. Which side it was a part of did not matter. They walked in through the back kitchen door as he stashed his self away in a storage side door in a bathroom. All of the soldiers were talking about the very camp he once proudly walked outside the walls of. By members of the tank group who shut down the camp they had gotten all the information, they knew all of what had been happening there. The experiments, the mass burials, the rituals, all were known now. As he hide in fear from a crack in the storage area door he saw them walking, searching the house and they talked and he saw the anger which came off their lips with each word spoken about what they had been told.

The camp was part of The Final Solution. It contained twelve hutted structures containing many prisoners-Jews, trade unionists, gypsies, homosexuals, Beyond Humans before anyone knew what those were, Protestants, Catholics, and those subjected to “protective custody.”

At the time when the tanks had arrived not one prisoner remained living in the huts.

Now from within the farm toolbox they put him in he hears them as they are discussing ways of killing him. Pay back is shouted, justice is screamed, and tears are felt going down tired faces in the cold winter air as the soldiers discuss what they have seen and what others have faced.

Three of the five soldiers were very young. In appearance before they landed in the country they now find themselves in they would have looked not a day over 18 but now they had aged in the weeks they had spent fighting in this war. The other two soldiers were older and stood for the most part outside the house and would ever so often bark out an order to the younger ones so they must have been of higher rank. That at least was his thinking.

‘What is your rank?’ asked one of the soldiers.

‘I…I…’

‘Who cares what his rank is. I just want a name. I need a name so we can call out the demons you people are!’

‘My name is Deltaish Sermon.’

One of the older soldiers burst through the front door of the house. He rushed over to where Deltaish was sitting in the metal box and slapped him on the side of his head with the pistol that was still in his hand. Then he shoved Deltaish back into the box and shut the lid and began firing off rounds all around the box.

Deltaish just laid in the box feeling the blood slide down his face from the gun handle striking the side of his head. He was afraid to move an inch and could barely breathe with the fear filling up within his whole body.

For minutes that seemed like hours all Deltaish could hear outside of the box where footsteps shuffling around. Then a loud shouting voice rang out from the almost deadish quite,

‘Go ahead and kill him if you want to! I have killed probably more than a hundred men since touching ground from our jump in so one more will not haunt my dreams any more than the rest but he’s a prisoner and we are not an executioner squad!’

‘I can be,’ Was barely heard coming from outside the box.

The lid flew open and three pairs of hands grabbed Deltaish and pulled him from the box and began to drag him outside the house where they threw him down the front steps of the farmhouse.

He looked up from his position of looking down at the ground to see the three young soldiers staring down at him. He could also see back into the house where the older soldiers now where sitting on the metal box lighting cigarettes.

He turned away from them and gave a slight glance towards the forest that was nearby the farmhouse. He asked himself questions of whether he had the strength to run and if he did was that what they wanted, to shoot him as he ran?

Was it what he wanted?

 In a way he thought about it just to make it easier for them.

From behind he could hear footsteps slowly coming down the houses wooden front steps and then boots began kicking him. At first he tried to at least shield his face but after a few to the ribs he no longer had the strength to raise his arms and just laid there on the ground as they continued to kick him for over 20 minutes.

He was gasping for air from the beating when one of the soldiers spoke to the other two, ‘Pick him up. I want to get this over with because I’m starting to get sick from just being around him.’

Two of them picked Deltaish up by his arms. The force of them doing so cracked already damaged ribs. One of the young soldiers pulled his Army issued rifle from his shoulder where it was hanging by a overused thinned out strap and pushed it up to be right in front of this German soldiers face and aimed his sights right between the blue eyes of a soldier and another soldier pulled the trigger of his gun.

The death was in war.

(c)System * Publishing
brian c.williams

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