Non-Euclidian Horrors

The state of TIAH

January 27th, 2007

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Alternate Historian's Note: We have a side-project that we are working on – a collection of several timelines with more-or-less complete stories inside them – The Fall, the Tolman timeline, the Mormon War and more – that will be up for sale on Lulu, as soon as we have it edited together. If you would be interested in this, or would like to suggest something for inclusion in the collection, please email me and let me know. And, speaking of side projects, Guest Historian Stephen Payne has one, Crimson Kiss, available for free on Lulu. Check it out after you enjoy his entry for today, an entry of our own, and the continuation of our NaNoWriMo novel.

Charles Windsor	In 1968 during the year of Prince Charles approach to maturity at age twenty one the British Royal Family suffer an annus horribilis. A virgin is discovered in the grounds of Balmoral Castle with her throat ripped out. Queen Elizabeth I promises to take personal charge of the investigations.
~ entry by Steve Payne from counter history in context - you're the judge!

In 1838 Ralph Waldo Emerson suffered the most dreadful nightmare in which in the Nunna daul Isunyi known as the Trail of Tears was revealed to him. In the Western United States, 17,000 native americans were to be forced to relocate, resulting in the deaths of an estimated 4,000 Cherokees. ..	Memorial
.. Emerson awoke to write a powerful and compelling letter to President Martin Van Buren, urging him not to inflict 'so vast an outrage upon the Cherokee Nation.'
~ entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!

Franklin D. Roo..	In 1915 United States Marines occupy Haiti, imposing a constitution written by Franklin D. Roosevelt and applying an old system of compulsory corvée labor to everyone. Celebrating crowds at New York Harbour celebrate the return of the Marines, unaware that the troop ships are full of zombies ..
.. who quickly overrun the nation.
~ entry by Steve Payne from counter history in context - you're the judge!

In 1969 in the State of California the Hetch Hetchy Moccasin Powerhouse rated at 100,000KVA was completed and placed in operation. More attention should have been paid to Albert Einsteins unified field theory. Just seventeen seconds after power-on multidimensional energies fold space and ..	Route 49
.. time. An area bounded by California State Route 49 and California State Route 120 is transported into a parallel Lovecraftian universe of the damned.
~ entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!

in 2004, President of the European Union (and the world beyond), Morris Appleby, also known as the Anti-Christ, reluctantly bans the Christian religion, even though he knows it will finally bring down the attention of You-Know-Who from above. He is just having a hard time with all the assassination attempts and so-called tribulation warriors and their like who are fighting the fun, and has no further choice but to try to cut off their disruptive influence.

After(cont.)
They walked into the small studio amid a buzz of excitement. Although it had been in a losing cause, the local television station had supported President Bush heavily in the election, and many of the people there had actually met him before. He was going to use his legendary memory for people's names to charm and convince them to break out of the emergency broadcast mode and let him use their equipment to make a direct appeal to the local area. Once that was done, they could expand from there. After they were public with the reality of his predicament, it would be very hard to shut him down again.
The station's crew and management were only too willing to help. “Mr. President, anything we have is at your disposal,” the station manager told him, practically shuddering with excitement.
“Thanks, Ace,” he said, smiling and winking. “Let's get set up, then. You're about to have a prize-winning story.”
As the TV crew prepared the president to appear on camera and got ready to break into the emergency news feed, Jake and Janice just stood around and watched. Both of them felt that if they even sat down, they'd collapse from exhaustion. “Has it just been two days?” Janice leaned against Jake and he put his arm around her.
“Three, I think. It's pretty much all a blur to me, now.”
She patted his stomach. Man, that's hard as a rock, she thought, smiling. She then thought about something that made her pull away. “We need to find out if your kids and Mike and Steph are OK.”
He thought about that for a minute. “Well, the only way I know we're gonna be able to do that is by heading off to New Mexico.”
“Mike's probably checking our web boards obsessively. I could leave him a message to contact us there.”
“OK. I guess we can do that at Bradley's place.” They looked away from each other at the mention of Kevin's name, although he squeezed her shoulder lightly, and she placed her hand over his. “I'm just wonderin' how long we need to keep watch over the president. It's not like we know a lot of people we can trust with him.”
“Yeah, that's gonna be a problem. I guess we should take him with us.”
“Think he'll want to come?”
“You're good with a gun. We can make him.” They both snickered a bit. “Maybe we can get a nap while we're there.”
“That'd be good.”
Someone from the station came over to ask them to keep quiet. “We're about to start the president's address,” she said, sounding very full of herself. Jake and Janice stopped talking, and watched as the stage manager gave the signal to the president to begin his speech.
“My fellow Americans,” he began, using that old chestnut for what might be the last time. “For the last couple of days, you have been told many stories about me and what happened to my ranch at Crawford. Well, I'm afraid that what you have been told is a lie.”

One of Kerry's aides came running into the tent and up to the senator. “Sir, we're getting something off the satellite feed. A Texas station in someplace called Bryan is broadcasting a message from Bush – the real one, apparently.”
“Bryan?” Steph walked over to Kerry and the aide. “That's where our friend Kevin Bradley is from. They must have taken the president back there.” She was amazed. “They did it.”
“We'll have to come up with some commendation for your friends,” Senator Kerry said to her. He turned back to the aide and asked, “Can we get a TV in here and see what he's saying?”
“Yes, sir.” A television set was, in fact, following her into the tent, with the president on the screen. “We've told our CBS contact to run this, too. We should be able to get you on the air within the hour.”
“Outstanding,” he said, then settled in front of the set to watch his former rival speak.

“It was only through the efforts of 4 heroic Texans that I was freed from my own basement. Unfortunately, two of those brave people gave their lives in that mission. In order to make sure that their sacrifice was worth it, I ask everyone who this broadcast is reaching to resist the martial law that has been imposed illegally. If you are part of the National Guard or Army that is being used to patrol the streets, I order you to stand down, because you have not been given legal orders.”

“Did he say that two of them didn't make it?” Joan was shaking. “Mom, do you think Dad...”
Steph hugged her daughter and pulled her son into an embrace. “I don't know, baby. I don't know.”
Mike pulled out his laptop. “I'll leave a message on our web board. Janice or Eli'll be able to tell us who made it.”
“As long as they survived.” Steph looked at Mike visibly deflate. “It's worth a try. Fifty-fifty chance, right?”
“Right,” Mike said, tapping keys on his keyboard as he tried to quiet his fears.

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