"All roads were melting into the sludge of urban decay, a hell of sleaze and warfare born from idle hands of the bystanders. We waited for the call, ignorant that by the time it mattered it had become tinnitus shaking through our ears and nerves unnoticed. The future was already dead, it just didn't stay buried."
“Behind the white gloved mask of knotted fingers, the rodent king had hid his pleasure for corruption. He had seen fit to sink the land beneath pools of molten plastic, creating a sea of faux rabbit ears and soulless eye. The time of kings had ruined us and made wretches of the innocent, but some still stood for the dreams of the righteous. They were a wall that held against the corrosive tide of the gibbering masses.”
Model: Cazz Jennings Helmet/Costume/Make-up/Styling: Bryn DC
“The crowds are long gone these days. No one to fill the chairs covered in burnt leaves, no one to watch the rabid dogs fight and fuck in the over grown grass. No cheers, no booing, no tears of fervour. The games ceased once the end hit home and people wondered at how nothing had been done before. The end was there for sure, sitting on the benches, but everyone was looking the other way.”
Model: Ellie Nik Make-up/Costume: Helena Regina Smythe Helmet: Bryn DC
Yothena Skael of the Greywerm
“The Earth is ancient and will outlive us all. There will not be a tremendous crack or quiet blip when our world ends because it is not to be the end of Earth, but the end of us. Life will burn from her back and she will begin again, a new Eden, a new soup of tiny life feeding and growing from one another, much as we did. We are the anomaly, the Earth is the norm we intruded upon for the briefest of moments and she will remember us only as fading scars.”
“Idols were made and remade on the shores of Martyrdom, a hope constructed from the ash and blood of an ideal. These fallen died at the edge of this stygian tempest only to be reborn mad and hollow from sights untold. Held high like banners for an unknowable cause, their meaning and purpose would change depending upon the side that claimed them. Symbols of hope to others, but never to themselves.”
“A song of crash and whirr, nothing would be the same once the steel rain came down. A dance of smoke and napalm, everything was alive for the briefest of moments, all bright and shiny in orange and yellow. A silence of dirt and ash, all for nothing and nothing for all.”
Model: Tash Collop Make-up: Helena Regina Smythe Helmet: Bryn DC
"What we stood for died around the time that the first shots were fired. Nobody noticed, blinded as they were by the brilliant reds and yellows painting the dirt and smoke filled sky. There was no resolution that day, nor would there ever be, just the silencing of voices."
Model: Essy Esther May Make-up/Helmet/Costume: Bryn DC
The Bone Secquelor of Redmeer
"Wars were fought in the swamps near where our family live. All we see now is mud and reed and vine, all tangled in a whirling mess of life. But the Secquelor says that the dead remain, buried beneath where we walk. I wonder at how they look, whether they lay there in their uniforms reaching for the sky, but only grabbing mud and filth, their toothy smiles the last response to the death they found waiting for them. When I ask who lost and who won, my Secquelor says death makes liars of us all. I don't understand what she means, but I nod anyway. In my mind are only images of sand polished teeth chattering in the cold waters below. How long do we stay after our lives are gone? Are our bones forever or does the earth take them back?"
“Strapped into a nameless future, we battered and raged in the storm. Confused, laughter came in fear’s place, our tears and biting words streaming down like feathers from the grinder. Rain washed away our foot prints, leaving nothing to guide us but the horizon. Where we had been was gone, forgotten and blinded, and all we judged was those left standing.”