This page is a collection of short stores about life in the ash (greentexts)
>Be me, homesteader on the T.E.F.(Tejas Expeditionary Force)
>Fuck these crops man, I'm 16 but mah' grandpappy gave me this mosin before he kicked it from ash fever, so I can totally hack it out there.
>Decide to head out one day
>hear screaming and ungodly squeals
>see what look like fuckhuge boars ripping apart a small group of stragglers
>Be deep zone tribal
>Ashstorm lets up enough that we can go above ground
>Ashkahn tells us to go git some food
>We start to head out until he tells us to take Nivdris with us
>Fucking no one likes that s'wit, but the Ashkhan demands it
>Reluctantly we gather the weapons and head out with him
>Looking out for Ash crawlers, they taste like shit but the meat basically doesn't decay
>Finally see one in the distance, approach it slowly
>It suddenly digs itself under the ash as a loud rumbling heads in our direction
>Iron wagon full of glass eyes rolls up pretty much right next to us
>Smug sounding bitch at the front says "and if you look to your right you'll see the local mutants" in a booming voice
>Glass eyes pull out their flash boxes and start blinding us with their constant bursts
>About to give them a piece of my mind\
>But just as I am Nivdris flips the fuck out and just starts unloading his ripper into the wagon
>Know what's coming next, immediately dive into the ash as some of the glass eyes pull out their fancy rippers and just blow Nivdris away
>The rest of us make a run for it when the shooting stops
>Get back to the tunnels without a hint off food, one less ripper, and without Nivdris
>Ashkhan loses his fucking shit, spends about three hours yelling right into our ears
Fucking glass eyes and their flash boxes man, I swear to Mother Yellowstone
>ash rains across the state
>Portland falls into chaos
>life goes on for non-portlanders who stay away from Portland, some actually make barricades to contain the feral millennials and trannies
>non-portlanders begin looking for an alternative to farmed crops since the land is fucked
>many begin emigrating elsewhere because of this
>some minor factions pop up here and there, still mostly peaceful
>except for the actually racist hill people in Eastern Oregon who sometimes raid the settlements of Western Oregon
>Turn on the television, news is about some fighting down South
>Fry up some bacon and eggs
>Glass of fresh squeezed orange juice
>Sit down, put feet up, and laugh at all the carnage that rages far from home.
>Such is life in the Northeastern Coalition
>cavalryman in this glorious Carolinian Confederacy
>can't cross the mountains to go fuck ashbabes because its too far and ash bessts live in the mountains
>hire hookers to roll themselves in the ash
>they all refuse
>they tell the rest of my unit
>nobody talks to me anymore
>Be a farmer from >Waiting on lake michigan in St joseph for the goose to fly in so I can sell my potatoes in fort yates
>They won't let horses on without extra tickets so I have to drag the wagon myself
>The entire flight is cold and my feet hurt from dragging the wagon
>When we land in Fort yates some ashnigger throws a molotov on the goose's wing
>Have to wait 3 weeks for another plane to arrive
I didn't even sell any potatoes
>post-eruption, Denver has been abandoned by civilized folk, mainly because of volcanic ash, and huge packs of wildlife that have taken over the city. Small groups of scavengers have holed up here from time to time or tried to loot some of the buildings but it has never been a concerted effort until now. >Denver is a place that is rich in resources, they're just hard to acquire. There's a lot of looting to be done but it's spread over much of the city, other people have claims on parts of it, and vicious Ashlings are everywhere, so it's not safe.
>Denver was a wreck. It was in the middle of a building boom shortly before the eruption, as many new jobs were opening there the city was swollen to bursting.
>Before the eruption people panicked and fled the city by car, clogging the freeways when they ran out of gas and trapping everyone behind them.
>Long online to play some video games
>Meet some cool guy in a pub match
>Says he's stationed at a base down in Texas
>Become friends, group up all the time and stomp shitters in ranked.
>One day, says he's going out on an extended recon into the Ashlands, won't be on for a few weeks or so.
>Last Online: 457 Days Ago
>Such is life in the Federation of New Columbia
>Be living in the tri-state area of North Georgia.
>Due to the mountains there aren't large areas of land for major scale agriculture.
>Get by with relatively sunny skies.
>Make a decent living working for the local moonshiners.
>Not the best stuff, but its damn well the cleanest anyone can get.
>Tennessee folk a bit too vigilant at times, but they're not too bad.
Outside of the occasional raiding party from the ATL tribes, life ain't too bad here.
>Be part of five man team to ride to Utah
>Given orders to retreive rumored plans of JMB speculated ideas
>Like DaVinci of firearms, theoretical gauss, EMP and ICBM type shit
>Find them encrypted in JMB's personal Bible
>Assaulted by the Mormon Guard, running battle back to Texas
>Broadcast ZZ Top over all frequencies to disrupt religious folk
>Detter Mormon Guard with Billy Gibbons innuendo and lyrics.
>TEF Legionnaire Division
>The Cav Scouts have made contact with the Great Water Clans
>but they weren't the ones that reported back
>friendly Ash Wraiths sent from the Water Clans had brought their mangled corpses to a nearby outpost
>this happens from time to time
>and usually they expect a recompense for their efforts
>but not this time
>they only delivered a warning
>Do not go near the Lake
>then they vanished back into the sea of Ash
>Obviously there's a shitton of lakes there
>but if there's Ashen Raiders
>we have to take them out
>but its going to be a pain to investigate each individual lake
>I wonder if our Applied Sciences Division has finished on their Napalm Artillery Cannons
>day 122 of deployment
>3rd Alaskan Ranger Battalion
>our primary mission is to find trade routes or find land that would be good for trade that lead to the Alaskan Highway, and thus the Alaskan interior
>Ambushes by raiders were frequent in the North-West Ash-zone until a series of search and destroy missions were carried out
> We've found that many in what was the lower 48 refer to what we call "The Grey" or "The Ash-zone" as "Ashland"
> We have three weeks out in the grey then we get rotated back to security along the Highway, the lifeblood of spring and summer trade to our nation
> We're nearing an area close to where we were told some Texan scouts got ambushed
>All the men are nervous, and some may be starting to crack
>let's just get this mission over with
>Be inna Anchorage, four months later.
>Never got my pretty sunset pictures
>It's Friday, go to my favorite pizza joint
>Deranged moose chases me to my car
>Pay for parking, walk in under a hail of seagull noises
>Will it be the usual?
>Wait patiently for tasty pizza
>10 minutes later it arrives, but something looks off
>It's a salmon
>Just a whole fucking salmon.
>Confused, I lean over to look into the pizza oven
>It's just more salmon. The firelight dances on their scales.
>Other people's plates, salmon
>Tfw I don't even really like salmon
>At least mine has caribou pepperoni. Sprinkle red pepper on my salmon to remind me of life before the Big Gray
>Eat most of my salmon while imagining things other than salmon. Take the rest home in a Styrofoam box.
>A quarter of the way to the car, the seagulls have already torn open the box.
>By half way, the salmon is flying away in 12 pieces beneath 12 seagulls. A bald eagle eyes them enviously.
>Drive home, shitpost on /k/ with a few other Alaskans and others out of the mid latitude trade winds
>There's about fifteen of us now; we take turns pretending to be tripfags we remember from before the Big Gray.
>Start another skinwalker thread, but it's just me posting shit I saved.
>Lurk for rare operating threads from TEF fags
>Stories about jacking off in the soot, etc. Evidently all their medkits have dick cards in them.
>Time passes, go to make some ramen.
>Grab ramen out of cabinet; it's a salmon with a packet or yakisoba seasoning taped to it.
>Pop that fucker in the microwave, go back to shitposting
>Hear loud crashing, walk back to find a bear leaving with my instant salmon.
>He's being chased by a deranged moose.
>Such is life in the polar high
>I remember what I was doing when Yellowstone blew
>out on a delivery
>I was messing with my music on my phone when I looked up
>the clouds parted
>my mind raced trying to register what I was seeing
>Oh shit brace for impact
>covered myself with a coat to protect from glass
>soundwave hits sounds like a jet breaking the sound barrier right above me
>no glass, feeling kinda dumb
>watch the clouds grow out west
I knew things were going to change, but I couldn't have been prepared for what was comming.
>Woke up and turned on the news this morning and for a second i thought the station was playing a recording of the 9/11 broadcasts
>I read the words on the bottom off the screen
>"yosemite volcano erupts 150 million dead"
>I didn't need to call my boss to figure out that no one was going to work today
>I decided to go for a walk, clear me head a little
>The streets were empty i saw maybe 2 dozen people after walking about an hour
>even after 9/11 there were still thousands of people pushing past each other to get to there destination
>But soon the quiet emptiness that filled the streets that day would become a permanent trait of the big apple
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