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The Death Toast A Deceased Dale
The doors of the cellhouse shrieked open, it was rare to have the wardens come in at such an hour. The lights were out and the sound of boots ensued through the silence. More bizarrely, it was just one man with a little torch with a tiny ray of light that did little justice to the overpowering darkness. It was only a few minutes after they were in the relaxing room and rarely any of them had slept off. They all watched breathlessly straining their eyes to see what the man was up to. The warden walked slowly, taking one step and then stopping in front of each ward. He looked into each of the cells flashing his light at the person occupying them.They reached the cell number forty-six and flashed its light at Barry. As he pointed it at him, Barry was able to give one glimpse at the warden. He had a balaclava over his face and although he didn’t have any clubs, he didn’t look harmless at all. He wasn’t like the usual prison guard, he was one of the men who lined the walls during The Deat
The Death Toast It's time to go
The two occasions that made Boorbunk different from every other prison were The Death Toast and The Redemption. And with thirteen of such ceremonies witnessed, The Redemption was the most likely for Dale and his friends to get adapted to, the fuss and hope was gone since it was only one person that was going to finally get lucky, after all.They all stood in line for the sixteenth edition of The Redemption. Dale was standing beside two huge men with so much hair on their faces, head and all over the other parts of their body that their tight prison uniforms could not cover; each prisoner was given the same medium-sized uniform, good for slim prisoners and unlucky for larger-sized inmates. With all the hair on their bodies, Dale predicted that they had been in Boorbunk for ages. Their most useful years wasted here and probably, just in the next Death Toast edition of their wards, their lives might be qualified with that word too.Each man had taken their place and then, Officer Eel cli
The Death Toast Freedom, indeed
Turning and turning finally surmised into giving up and finding a place on the side of the road to just rest for a while and that had led to a long slumber. Dale remained on the sidewalk, with his head placed in the middle of his laps and his eyes shut for hours despite the loud zooming of cars past him every passing minute. It was until the sun had gone down and dusk had arrived completely that he had raised his head up again, in total surprise that he had actually been sleeping on the road. The road was still busy but the night’s darkness was prominent everywhere. He had the assurance in his mind that he was going to stay shelterless for the night-time and possibly for the first few days before he got his bearing and could get his foot in this new place.Dale stood up and gave a loud yawn. No matter what the case was, no situation could beat staying in a little room, ordered around by whistles. Even though it meant sleeping on the street or wandering throughout the night or staying
The Death Toast The Ritual of Caprice: Keep or Kill
The emperor of The Blazing Empire, the governor of the Order of the Quppis; General Owen Sawer in all his actions thrived to make something crystal clear to all the citizens of Dexter: that there was no soft side to the present situation and that no one was spared and that the fact that they were Dexterrans was a huge grievance that they were going to pay for brutally and painfully. He reminded himself every day of what he should be: a pernicious, ferocious beast who was completely devoid of emotions and whose place in the ecosystem was to tear people apart. Every day, he got closer to becoming that person and farther from the person he used to be: a soldier, still fierce and deadly but willing to sacrifice himself for his nation. And he was on the brink of doing that in the Pelican war.He had two bullets in his chest but he kept shooting because he knew that if he stopped, Dexter would officially be defeated and handed over to their neighbours, the Norton Islands (The Pelicans). Onl
The Death Toast The queen termite would bite, feeding day or not
A single hall room could no longer conveniently contain all of them because they were no longer one thousand people. The room was filled with ten thousand people in orange uniforms, choked up together. The prison was Boorbunk and it had been one month since Dale left.Each of the fifteen wards now had about four times the number of inmates they used to have. Since the terrorism attacks had increased, it only made sense that more arrests had been made and more people had been locked up.Definitely, brutality had increased. The wardens wouldn’t fail to make them feel the heat of what was cooking outside the prison and to reassure them that real fire hadn’t started burning yet. In the Death Toast rooms, there were three skulls hanging on the walls waiting to be replaced weekly. Weekly! The wardens were no longer patient with people like Dale who spoke back at them or refused to do their bidding. They no longer moved around with clubs or batons and no longer repeated orders, they moved ar
The Death Toast What Yates' letter read
'Del, set the lines straight’, Astor yelled from the other side of the rail. Dale had spent little to no time in understanding how to be a railway construction worker as specialised as that sounds, or at least be useful with some of the work that required less skill. Just as he had spent little time getting his feet back on ground and learning to survive again in the new town of Santa Fe, New Mexico. He had dumped the gloomy extradition clothes into a refuse bin and the only clothes he had were the two dirty, always-unwashed work clothes. He lived in a tavern; a tiny room that was only a bit larger than the prison he had once stayed, it had a stacked bed that he shared with one of the workmen, his two work clothes hanging from the wall facing the bed and his only footwear - brown muddy work boots – laying beneath the bed. There was little or no space to walk around in the room. For Dale, ahead of the claustrophobic restraints of the room, there was the bigger problem of nostalgia that
The Death Toast The dark side of the planet
Dale carefully carried his food tray to avoid hitting the obese sole waitress in the pub, that he figured out to the pub owner’s wife, as he walked to his seat. He found an empty table at the corner of the local restaurant where he hoped people wouldn’t find him, and where he could have a good view of the television. He took one peer at the TV, relieved not to see or hear anything that would make him lose his appetite, the way he had done yesterday and refused to eat ever since.He opened the free Guilder that he had refused to collect yesterday and took two full gulps, rendering the bottle half-empty. It made him remember the days of The Humour Sect back at Crawdown, they had spent the midnight together at a table, very much unawake. Their table would be filled with tens of alcoholic bottles; a benefit that they enjoyed from the sellers for free. Dale had learnt to drink including how to finish a Green Bear bottle in just four gulps. They took approximately ten bottles every night bu
The Death Toast The alpha man named Vince
Philip Hundred straightened up his blazers and placed his forehead on the wall staining it with his sweat. He had always been a coward, that kind of man who wore his emotions on his capes and didn’t exactly know how to say no. Him not saying no to Sawer seven years ago was one mistake that he knew that he was never going to forgive himself of and even bigger, a mistake Dexter would not forget.People had turned out at his campaigns, ecstatic and trusting him to the point of holding on to his every word and he let everything go down the drain when someone finally came and offered him a juicy offer, too juicy he forgot it was a poison. He who had thought himself a great strong pillar of society was now sitting one of the chairs, having a conclave with the other members of The Blazing empire. He groaned and hit his forehead against the wall numerous times, it was unreal and now it was a nightmare for him.In the next ten hours, he would be leaving the presidential home, having resigned a
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A bright horizon
'Our brachiosaur nation of Dexter Islands would not be going extinct’, the soothing voice of the local station’s broadcaster, Taila Jenkins said the very next day after the big war. ‘No pun intended’, she added and it would pass for a really good joke by then.Life was back to normal for everyone. Khelain had returned home and got out from the underground, Tristan gave Samantha a long kiss and proposed to her immediately he returned home making her mother get so joyous that she cried. The same couldn’t be said for Dale.He had received treatment for his damaged left palm that only three full fingers left on it and had to cope with camera lenses that popped up everywhere he went to. On the third day after the end of Quppis, Dale joined a group of one hundred thousand citizens, dressed in gloomy clothes, at the Gollogher main cemetery – which was all the ground where all the military men of Dexter who had died in The Big Slaughter were laid – for a last-respect honour for all the fallen
The orange blaze marks the end
Back at Sawer’s tower, there was a whole different case. By then, all the floors of the tower were covered with fire but there was Dale at the top floor, alone with Sawer. Sawer’s knee was dripping in blood and he was struggling to get to his feet and escape from Dale. He knew that verily, verily, it was over.Dale lunged forward and kicked Sawer again in his mouth making him groan and fall back to the ground, this time he made no effort to stand.‘How do you feel now?’, Dale asked.Sawer laughed, puffing out blood from his torn tongue and lips – a tooth fell out along it. ‘I think I should be the one asking you that question. You are done for, Dale. At the end of the day, Singalort would be the only liveable place in this country. Every other place will have been poisoned. I would be victorious and you…’, he laughed again. ‘Mr. Magnanimous, brave, courageous and yet did nothing great’‘The nuclear bomb, huh? Your 000001, don’t you think he would have told me?’‘He would not have betr
The nuclear Holocaust
'Let’s go find Dale’, Barry said to the other men. It had been two hours since they had been shooting from the top of the Kappa dome. Currently as they viewed the ground, all they could see were more and more bodies but most of them were now Quppis’ men. Those of them who weren’t lying down were standing with their hands raised in the air and their weapons lowered to the ground. They were in the middle of a spacious circle of ten thousand soldiers in Japanese army uniform, pointing their guns to all the surrendered enemy combatants.‘Yes, let’s go’, Tristan said as they all jogged out of the dome.‘We’re good people. Friends of Dale’, Khelain said when they reached outside and some of the Japanese soldiers turned their guns to them. ‘G O O D. We…save…the…country. We’re not shooting you. Friends…We are…friends’, Khelain tried to demonstrate to the foreign-speaking military men. The men spoke to themselves without dropping their guns at them.‘Reece. Reece?’, one of the soldiers echoed.
'IT'S ME'
Blood flowed out of his neck like a waterfall and he fell to the ground, still with no groans of pain or death. It was at this that Dale involuntarily pulled off the mask from his face. 000001 had gotten on his feet watching Dale stare at the real face of the alpha-man he just killed.The face of the alpha-man looked normal; like his own, like a regular young Dexterran kicking a pebble down the Crawdown Street. He had his mouth wide open in agony, trying to gain in breath. He raised his hand up to his heavily-bloodied neck, trying to resist the final chokes of death sourced from his neck. It was then that Dale noticed the most disturbing part; the reason he couldn’t speak. It was because he was dumb, he was one of the men whose vocal cords had been cut off. It was why his throaty shrieks looked like a video played on mute. As Dale watched the dying man, he couldn’t help tears rushing to his eyes.Dale wished he could save him but death already loomed around his eyeballs like murky wat
Alpha Man 000001
Baby Andrew’s head lay gently against the lap of his mother. It was half past four and unlike her little son, and her mother whose snores could be heard loudly from the other room, she hadn’t even fallen dizzy since the time that Tristan had walked out of the front door. Now, on all the three television channels that Dexter had, reporters could be seen standing in front of a camera summarising what was going on in the present most popular avenue in the world – The Singalort battlefront. Right behind them was smoke and mist and echoing of missiles everywhere.‘Presently as I speak, the last batch of expatriate troops have arrived from Asia at a number of eleven thousand and things are getting really awry here with…’, a bomb blast thundered nearby, sending the reporter crashing to the ground.‘Are you okay there? Reporter Ava?’, the main news broadcaster called.‘Yes. Emm’, the reporter replied, sighing heavily as she once again faced the camera and picked up the microphone. ‘Presently,
The eight dones
'What do you see there, Dale?’, Tristan asked. ‘They’re all dead?’, Dale heard another person ask and then on and on and on. The noise reminded him of men at the Tower of Babel. ‘Sir, please will you let us see what’s there?’Dale, still silent, placed the binocular to his eyes to be sure what he had seen were actually there. Through the lenses stood the most magnificent structures he had ever seen. The Quppis’ ground was covered with macadam and there was no grass on the land. On it stood eight grey domes, what Mark must have called hemispherical structures, each of them were as large as a maximum football field closed up. From the height Dale looked at them, they looked like little balls lined out on a very straight line. Right behind them, there was a tall thin tower, something like a tiny slice of a skyscraper. It was also grey and didn’t look like they were built with the same materials that other buildings he had seen were built with. At the side of those structures, there was a
'The devil's place is a place of gold'
'Mr. Mark’, Dale called and he find himself bumping into the old man’s arms with excitement. ‘How did you make it here?’The man chuckled and the smell that exuded from his mouth showed that he had smoked very recently. ‘That’s a whole long story now, bod. You will need to tell me how you managed to make it past that hell of a minefield without all dying’‘We lost some men’, Dale said, evasively. ‘We moved through one line’‘You would have gotten killed still in this forest. God helped you. You passed the right path. There are some sides in there that are mini-minefields.’‘And here we are now’, Dale said, looking distressed.‘Yes, Singalort is a death trap like I told you. You don’t make it through the minefield, end of journey. If you do, you get into the forest, pass the wrong paths and you are dead. If you’re fortunate enough to make it here, then that is your best bet of fortune because you are so trapped’, he said and for the first time, he raised his head up from Dale to look a
The jungle
Singalort was so massive and dense that people that got in might just ramble around without reaching or finding out a fort with hundreds of thousands of men with black armours and automatic rifles, looking fierce with masks over their head, silent and rather dumb. The Quppis’ ground was well over-shadowed by powerfully tall redwood trees and as the ex-Boorbunk detainees swarmed into the forest, crouched with their guns pointed forward, wholly alert with the only sound they could hear the sound of their boots crunching the dried leaves; they wouldn’t know that on top of those trees were cameras connected to the Quppis’ power house.‘Hey, you all should stop there!’, someone barked nearby and bullets flew around madly in their direction.‘Everyone, take cover’, Dale commanded and everyone bent with their backs to trees.‘Drop your guns now or else you’ll be doomed’, the Quppis man shouted again. It wasn’t just one man that was walking towards them but a whole centurion.Dale peeped slig
The last homage to pay
Protests were going on in Tifftam and the whole of Dairione. People were out again with loud voices, confident than ever, sure of a forthcoming peace, sure that it would be sooner than later, sure that they would all witness it. Schools had opened again in some states and churches had opened again, even in Hustarbull where their main bishop had been killed and sorrow had come upon the city. It already marked a whole month since they had stayed with no president for the country and no governor for their states. Since they were all part of the terrorist organisation, Sawer had cleared them all because he was nearing the final stage of the apocalypse.As the whole country was agog with optimism and wild jamboree of a new dawn at hand, the enemy party who had pitched their tents right in the centre of Singalort watched with agony and confusion. The most menacing news for Owen Sawer was the revelation of Dale Eagan’s real name to actually be Reece Bailey which meant he was the son of Andre
