The winner of the EOW#62 Noah’s arc , final resting place yAdam…by a landslide!
For this Challenge we Had 19 images started, 15 going to poll. 3WIPS Several first time entries, several returning past winners.
We had 7l entries not marked as “Final” NEXT WEEK THEY WILL NOT GO TO POLL!
1 person did not outside host their image It is not in the poll
Lots of beautiful work and a great round
New Round IS ON!
EOW#65 A city on the under side of a floating island
This is a Camp, in the Sierra Nevada of Santa Marta in Colombia, the soldiers are equipped whit high tecnology, the cold is very strong, is at night, and the help is about to arrive.
The encampment featured in this picture is a terran outpost near the enemy border on the outer belt planet Wolf 9929, where perennial night reigns. Accordingly, the climate on this distant world is harsh - temperature never rises above -50 C degrees.
The main purpose of this forward base is performing long-range scans of the enemy front as well as sending off scouts, spy troops and sabotage commandos.
The advance encampment holds 50 men maximum,
assigned to keep an eye on, and taunt the city.
The knowledge of the advancing army is known to all
the frightened inhabitants, but the progress up the
glacier is slow, with siege engines often falling
The concept then, some sort of creature or device entered the base from within the mountain and laid waste to the entire facility. Only a fraction of the stationed crew survived and pointed the searchlight intended for enemy airplanes on the hole in the ground, hoping to scare off whatever lurks under the frozen ground.
in the not so distant future the snow at the north pole has receded far enough for oil to be easily accessible for exploitation-the ensuing claims and counter claims to who owns what has lead to full scale war. A small unit of Norwegian Special Forces sets camp on vantage point where they can survey the underlying plateau; they're forward base camp of [the coming] winter campaign.
Kanzansky's Journal 24th October 3010
"Six years it took the machines to stablize this hunk of rocks Volcanic activity!
Now dont get me wrong here, I was no fan of the constant earth quakes and lavas flows, but what the big brains up in the enviro station did'nt count on was the cold, and man do I mean COLD!. This planets central heating system has been turned off.
So here we are, constant Winter for heck knows how many years. I wouldnt mind too much, its just that the loneliness eats away at man's soul and his sanity. END"
Kanzansky's Journal 15 November 3010
" Everythings changed here, we now know why the bigwigs were so interested in this planet , Lithium ore. This rock is riddled with it!
Our little Camp has become the number one Military encampment in this area of the system.
The Empire must be worried that somebody might want take this rock from us and use the lithium for themselves, but what does a nobody geologist like me know about these things...." END
Every winter, the Raalon military setup a winter camp to fend off would be smugglers and enemies, that use the isolated mountains of Aangar to sneak into Raalon's territory. The military post themselves high up in the mountains overlooking the Aangar River, thereby giving them a stealthy position to monitor the province, and defend it if neccesary. The camp usually consists of 30 or so soldiers, manning the 3 gun turrets positioned on the cliff edges. A few soldiers are specialists at reconiscence(?), searching for fresh tracks in the snow. Supplies are helicoptered in, saving much needed time to setup the base. The winter camps have been quite successful at killing and capturing enemies, with only a handfull escaping into the mountains.
After the wars, the skys were stained the color of cotton candy for what seemed to be the rest of eternity. An ironic end to such a terrible story...
"The sky finally cleared up. There was no air support, but at least we will see them coming this time. Ammunition is almost gone. The Russians didn't come this morning but we know they'll be back tonight. Our detachment has been holding this outpost for weeks. Defending the supply chain while the PanzerGruppe falls back for fuel. The Capitan says the reinforcements got lost and stumbled across enemy lines. No word back from them yet. It seems as though it snows all year here. Not until recently has snow stopped coming down from those neutral, chilly clouds. The day passes slow, like those old days back at the villa, so long ago. I do miss it. Anything would beat this waiting! The Russians play with us. Mortar barrage here, burst of machine-gun fire into our line. They're waiting until we've got nothing left.
All I know is we're stuck here in our muddy trenches, staring impatiently into that deadly treeline."
The Republic of Norrland is joining the war against the Soviet Empire.
This is a Norrland base camp, somewhere northeast of Övertorneå.
The tents are made of some advanced thermodynamic material that
regulates the temperature of the air around it. They can be used in
both cold and warm environments.
The idea was to have some hi-tech fantastic base camp/soldiers
portrayed in a realistic and spontaneous way like if the image
was a snapshot taken by somebody involved in the scene.
The forward basecamp served as a portable station sampling the environmental conditions and estimating military responses to threats in the area.
This is a base camp being built for diferent purpouses. Provides the troops with appropiate shelter for the winter, supports them crossing the river and in the latter siege of the position and provides a good defensive outpost if retreat is needed.
During the construcction considerable number of troops would be keeping the river line avoiding danger of being surprised by enemy.
It was a long winter, the clean snow gave lie to the bitterness and the mud beneath.
The Mark Of Imaga
By the end of the second nuclear winter, the air was so cold that snow could not fall. Like the eye of a tornado, the world was silent and immobile.
With all but a few remote regions blanketed by electromagnetic radiation in the first nuclear winter, the social and political geography of the world splintered and was set adrift. Fossil fuels were consumed excessively in old, conventional, innefficient devices to keep the major population centers warm. Within ten years, fuels were depleted and the world so damaged that it was unanymously agreed upon that there was not even a faint glimmer of hope remaining. The second nuclear winter was a result of the global implosion of spirituality - the last vestiges of humanity that clung on for survival had run out of consolation in their prayers and meditation, and those who refused to take their own lives began projecting their frustrations onto the remnants of their world. Cities were rocked as warheads and power plants were set alight by the fires of martyrdom.
The Mark of Imaga was the final bomb to go off in the second nuclear winter. Launched from a base deep in Alaska, the bomb sailed up into the stratosphere, catching the light from the cold sun like a dove. Eventually its engines burned out, and it hung like a forlorn tear amongst the clouds, finally turning in a slow cartwheel and tumbling down. It landed in what used to be california, setting off a chain reaction of explosions that rocked the san andreas fault line. The resulting cacophony of global disasters put an end to what was left of life on earth. It was all over in a matter of days. Like the eye of the tornado, the world was once again silent. Silent as it was at the beginning of time.
Silent now, at the end.