Parting of the Sensory

Posted in Life, Random, Technology on April 22nd, 2009 by Tom

So I learned today that there are exactly two reasons to play the theremin.

The first is that theremin’s are pretty sweet. It’s an instrument that you play by manipulating the oscillating electric fields surrounding the two antennae simply by moving your hands around it. In this way you can vary not only the volume, but also the pitch, using a physical principle called heterodyning.

The instrument was created in Russia following the Bolshevik revolution, and Lenin thought that they were so awesome that he had several hundred made, and Leon Theremin was made something of a national hero, as successful innovators/scientists commonly were Leninist Soviet Russia.

Theremins can be found in the music of some of my favorite artists such as Radiohead and Neutral Milk Hotel.

The second reason is Carolina Eyck:

Which I do not think requires an explanation, except that the thing she’s leaning on is a theremin.

Sound of Silence (HvZ-2)

Posted in Humans.vs.Zombies on April 3rd, 2009 by Tom

It’s midway through the third day.
Today we were all over the place, which of course means danger.

I should begin by explaining who “we” is. After sleeping in an abandoned house that first night, I received am electronic notice that there was a cryogenics facility here, and that the power was failing. Others must have received it too, because I met up with a large group of humans who came to investigate like I had.

Among them are a few brave souls. Plenty of fools as well. I don’t consider myself to necessarily fall into either category. I’ve befriended a few who’ve taken up residence in the abandoned Missouri Building. We holed up on one of the higher floors, erecting barricades so as to take no chances. The company is nice. Occasionally there’s laughter, which I thought I’d forgotten how to do. Mostly though, we feel safer acting as a group. We call ourselves ‘Lewis Martin and the DyNaMo.” Some of the group hope one day our name will be known and respected among the resistance.

I’m still not entirely sure what I want out of all of this. Why am I even seeing this through? Why am I risking my life for these people… many of whom are just thrill-seeking detectives in denial about the situation? The damaged computer system here indicates that some multinational company had hopes of attempting to rebuild this area. Now it reports that most of the entire world is overrun.

The other humans are too trusting of this machine. I know that the disease reached my town, but I’m skeptical of the idea that we’re one of the last remaining cells in the world. The antics I’ve seen in the past few days do not instill a sense that this group one of the best survivalists nationwide.

In any case, I’ve begun searching for records of my brother. Once I know he was here at the time of the outbreak, I’ll have confirmed what I came to find out. After that, who can say. This afternoon we’ll make a dangerous series of journeys to investigate further. I suspect the resistance will also be active.

Yesterday they managed to get out a transmission to another confirmed cell of humans…

“Thus began our longest journey together.” ~Harper Lee

All Along the Watchtower (HvZ-1)

Posted in Life on April 2nd, 2009 by Tom

So it starts.

I mark my return to blogging with the news that Truman’s campus has been struck with the spring iteration of its bi-annual plague. META NOTE: My ‘character’ for the purpose of this roleplay my first semester was bitten on the final day, and had Ian take his life before he turned. My second time through, I was turned early into the first day, and so that ‘character’ never really developed. This time through, having survived day one, I figure I should define ‘who I am’ for this game.

I came up here to Kirksville, this desolate wasteland, searching for my brother. He came up here searching for employment, hoping to take some courses… to live a fairly simple life. When I first heard about the outbreak, I was worried about him. When the outbreak reached my door, I was worried for myself. The feeling subsided soon enough though. It’s not worth it to expend the energy it takes worrying for your life… not when you could use it to run.

And run I did. Far from our home town as it became populated by those monsters. Wanting it to all be over, I headed to where I’d heard rumor tell it all started. Pure reactionary instinct has kept me alive up to this point. The body’s own refusal to surrender itself has driven my actions. Now I’m here. I’ll search for my brother, but I do not expect to find him.

Right now I’m sleeping in a stranger’s house. There are roaming packs of humans out there, scared and afraid of what their future may hold in store. Some of them seem like good people. At this point, however, I’m willing to lower my standards to be accepting of even those who aren’t good… at least they’re still people.

Today was quiet.
Tomorrow won’t be.