Badtraum2020

Some escapes are planned meticulously beforehand and fail, whilst others work spontaneously first time.  This was a balls to the wall beginners victory. An art brut masterpiece. The orange juice delivery van was idling in the yard with us during our mandatory exercise time. It was white with a garish bright orange smiling sun smiling down on mankind from both sides of the van. I got in the cab and clipped in my seat belt. The vehicle was electric so I turned the key and pointed my sunshine torpedo at the prison wall. The wall was not a prison wall of quality. It was composed of wooden stakes. Corrugated metal, and barbed wire. "Sunshine" tore through it in one go like hot bullets through an ice cream house. I was free. I heard a terrible noise to my left and realised I was dragging some wood and wire. I parked up a couple of miles away and ran into the woods. The bushy green canopy erased me from earth, for the moment. It was hot. I ran and ran and at every stream...

Some got caught fleeing with fake vaccine passports. Some got betrayed by friends and family. Some even dressed as tramps and played the part in the city streets until drones rounded up everyone out of step with the government's message. After months spent in the camps trying to survive, the lucky winners were rehoused on toxic bombed out tracts of land no one wanted. The buildings used to rehouse the disobedient, the mad, the grief stricken and the other square pegs were best described as high security prisons with Butlins signs hanging on the gate. The message the government hoped to convey was that we we're holidaying at the taxpayers expense! No reporter or civilian was allowed inside. Once you crossed the threshold you didn't leave, ot at least that's how it's been for the last three years. Inside we were separated by gender. There were three genders: Male, female and trans. I was with the men and I had my own cell. I had books, painting equipment, ...

Ten years after the fake pandemic, most people on the planet had been hunted down and vaccinated. As for me I lived on the British Isles and so far had enjoyed a feral freedom of sorts. I still had a couple of friends who like me had refused to give in. The difference was they had gone to New China in Scotland to get fake vaccine passports put on their phones. Which allowed them to keep working amongst the vaccinated. I had got rid of my phone and gone to live outside. I won't bore you about the grinding rain and bone breaking cold of these islands. I had changed my identity and physical being through force of will and Gods help. Alone without a connection to the ancients of your indigenous lands you wither up and die. Simple. I had gone from being the fat lad on the photos they show to advertise a work out, before. To being a bearded warrior with two hidden swords. One for killing my enemies and the other for hacking through hedgerows and dense forest. If I ever came a...

In the Summer of 1981 my Father came to my room and told me that he had a surprise for me. I was eleven years old and was on holiday from school. I went downstairs rubbing my eyes and saw the cabinet arcade machine stood in the middle of the living room. It was black with blue bubble lettering. Polybius. My Dad told me that he had it sent over from the United States. From Portland. It was at this moment that my Mother came downstairs. She was instantly against the idea of the machine being in the house at all. My Dad managed to convince her that it would just be there for the morning. He winked at me. He then turned the machine on at the wall and opened the coin mechanism with a key and pressed the credit button a few times. As the bubble writing came on screen the music was the usual plodding electronic tones ending in a high pitched meltdown. I looked at my Dad and he gestured for me to play. He kissed my Mother and I started to play. The maze I entered was a light green ...

I knew that my world was shrinking. All the people I once knew in the anti vaxxers alliance were dropping like syringes in a crack house. On a hot day earlier in the week they had sent a drone round to vax me. It was a trap, I had set for them. I had got a mannequin from out of my old room mates bedroom. Drilled a hole in one of the legs and proceeded to fill the entire thing up with hot water. I had then positioned the dummy in my back garden to look like he was sunbathing. I went back in the house and waited. Sure enough about a half hour later I heard the blades of the drone. It had picked up my friends heat signature lying there on a bamboo mat. And was now hovering over him getting ready to extend an arm containing a syringe to take some blood for verification. This was when I struck! I threw a large net over the thing. As it whirled impotently trying to free itself, I picked up an aluminum baseball bat and whacked it a couple of times, making sure that I didn't da...

Ant Middleton pulled into the carpark of Horseferry Road in his black 1995 Chevy van. This was the head Office of Channel4. Once his employer now his sworn enemy. He looked over his left shoulder at his boys sat huddled in the back. All five were highly trained Cub Scouts who had no fear of death. Ant had trained them himself from birth. They all spoke five languages, were masters of several martial arts, could drive any vehicle, even boats and planes, and they were all expert marksmen with their mini crossbows and slingshots. His lads were all playing games on their phones when he gave.them the signal to get ready. They busied themselves with gas masks and tested their flick knives. They were all dressed.in black with Kevlar helmets. Ant parked the van and climbed over the seat. "Ready Boys?" He asked with pride. "Yes Sir!!!" They replied as one. Ant got out a plan of Channel4 and traced a line to the lifts with a large finger. They would be going up to...

In The Wire, the great crime saga from fifteen years ago, one of the characters D'Angeĺo Barksdale starts teaching the meaning of chess pieces on the board to a young crack dealer in the projects of Baltimore. The Castle that's a mans stash, touch that and feel his wrath. The Bishop that's a mans Ideology, it might slip and slide but it has to remain the same. The Knight is a mans capacity for violence, to defend friends and family. The King speaks for itself, as the most important piece on the board. But The Queen? If you.take a mans Queen! You destroy a mans ego. You reduce his world to rubble. Leaving him to limp on. Hiding behind pawns. The little guys who might help you out of a crisis. But probably wont. The world has been on lockdown for over a year now. And where are the piles of bodies in the third world to justify this universal bang up? They are nowhere to be found. Herd immunity is now the result of months of uncertainty. Lies and obfuscation. Old pe...