AFM / Weird Space -- SERIES ARCHIVES

Part One :
"You either coughed up your lungs or sloughed the lining of your gut into your shorts. Jim and I were lucky, I guess. We were assigned to Bunker 57 . . . "

Part Two:
"All Hamster and Gerbil feed half off.” Rick snatched one of the plastic drums off the shelf and turned it over in his hands, grinning like a child on Christmas morning."

FUCK STAR, The Continuing Adventures of Eli-X, Biggest Porn Star In the Galaxy...
by Hertzan Chimera, mf korn

Part One: Silvertears Off the Sex-Eye --- "They murmured. He didn't know what they were a sayin'. Half of 'em couldn't speak Terran nohow. Bunch of sex-savages. They used to beat the starshit out of him when they found him. Then they clipped off a chipplug and examined it on the central-interface."

Part Two: The Butcher of Bakerloo --- "They murmured. He didn't know what they were a sayin'. Half of 'em couldn't speak Terran nohow. Bunch of sex-savages. They used to beat the starshit out of him when they found him. Then they clipped off a chipplug and examined it on the central-interface."

Part Three: The Chastisement of Eli-X --- featuring special guest writer Alex Severin ---"A stinking crown of baying wolverine peasants await his screams. Each shoved-from-behind step he takes, deeper into the throng of the masses, the stench becomes more rank. They shout in his face and he can almost taste the fowl breath that emanates from lungs drowning in infected phlegm and he dry-gags stomach muscle up into his throat. He knew that this was to come someday, knew it but it was one of these things that you always think will never really happen."

Part Four: Oedipus-X --- "What follows is an illegal Zone-In (trademark pending) as Eli-X’s erogenous broadcast is activated by one of our nameless insider droids of cheap horror porn. "

Part Five: ELI-Quince and Slices of Mince--- "The smell of disinfectant hit Eli-X like a lump hammer . . ."

Part Six: Razors of the Lost Bitch --- "There she was, unraveling like a holocaust of rainbow indignation, he flesh a livid rosary of chime spun itself about her nerves and already, you could see from that extruded portion of her that she was a killer. A proper killer like you phone down from some central server right into your chemicals, right down to the cellular death you so deserve for being on such an elite list of names. The Shimmer Set."

Part Seven: Modificatum Eli-X --- featuring special guest writer Alex Severin ---"He looked at her in repulsed fascination, wondering what it must be like to fuck an animated corpse. You'll find out soon enough, Eli-X, Fuck Star of the Universe, soon enough. I'm your new co-star..."

Part Eight : The Iron Farm --- "The feudal thugs in the outback, and their mama-whores that ran with them, they usually lay low cause of the Martian police. Eli was just 17 terran years. He did what his MamaLada and PapaSkoda said. If they said set up a freakdome airtent, Eli did it. If they said feed the mutants in the freakshow, Eli did it. He was a good kid."

Part Nine : The Scar On His Mind --- "Now, back in old-timey days, there was a real Nellies whorehouse in Natchez Mississippi, but that was before man ever even took a shit on Mars, much less stepped foot on it.."

"Hot Dog and Crazy" by Christopher Wagner
[Contains Explicit Violence and Mature Content --Ed]
[Part One] -- "Twenty-six pancakes and nine dead waitresses later, they rode off in the jeep, satisfied. They drove into the city at ninety-five miles an hour. They had roughly seven hundred dollars apiece from knocking over the IHOP. "

"Hot Dog and Crazy" by Christopher Wagner
[Contains Explicit Violence and Mature Content --Ed]
[Part Two] -- "Crazy's lecture was cut short with a forceful grunt as he and Hot Dog, along with two of the dead pleasure cruisers, landed on the tracks of a low railroad bridge extending across the river."

"Hot Dog and Crazy" by Christopher Wagner
[Contains Explicit Violence and Mature Content --Ed] [Part Three] -- ""It's O'Malley," he said to Crazy. "We'll get him, man. We'll get that fuck. He's just messing with your head, is all, and it's getting into mine. We'll find some way under his fucking skin and we'll get him.""

[Part Four -- Final Chapter] -- ""That's more like it!" he said. He had a gun in each hand. "One for each of you fucks.""

"Six Days In December: From the Journals of Jonathan Hemingway"
by Justine Entrophe [Plain Text Version]
[Part One] -- "By anyone's definition, northern Montana is a cold place. From September through April bitter Canadian winds constantly blow down from the north. Little did we know, it was these same bitter winds which were to be our salvation. "

"Six Days In December: From the Journals of Jonathan Hemingway"
by Justine Entrophe [Plain Text Version]
[Part Three] -- "They marched straight down Main Street; almost three hundred of them, led by six refurbished army tanks and four armored personnel carriers. We numbered about a hundred, mostly armed with rifles and shotguns, hidden on rooftops and in alleyways."

"Suburban Gladiators (Part One of Three)" by Byron Starr
"A man in a fine black tuxedo stepped through the main gate and strode toward the center of the arena... After reaching the center of the area, he stopped and glanced around at the thousands of faces in the bleachers, but said nothing. The murmur died to a whisper."

"Suburban Gladiators (Part Two of Three)" by Byron Starr
"The Blood Brothers’ were always on the lookout for a way to profit from human depravity. What Bobby hadn’t noticed on his way into the stadium was the voyeurism booths situated behind the restrooms, where, for a small fee, a person could sit in a booth directly behind the portable bathrooms, viewing the activities therein through a pair of tiny peepholes."

"Suburban Gladiators (Part Three of Three)" by Byron Starr
"The crowd came to feet once again as five professional bloodfest warriors stepped into the ring. The men were clothed and equipped much different than the women. Their heavy plate and chainmail armor bore a closer resemblance to that of the Juggernaut than the women’s thin leather strips."

Synwulfe (Comic Book Art Series), S.C. Ringgenberg, George Pratt, John Pierard

"Synwulfe: Another Day In Hell" by S.C. Ringgenberg
ARTICLE: Take a behind-the-scenes look at the development of the Synwulfe series.
"My feeling has always been that Synwulfe was ahead of its time, so it's a distinct pleasure to reprint his first published adventure, with the promise of more comics and art for the Apocalypse Fiction site in the coming months."

"Synwulfe: Episode One [Part One]" by S.C. Ringgenberg
"Earth, 2417, Post Apocalypse. Twilight descends on a world ravaged by the hand of man. The dying rays of the muted sun gild the acid-rain scoured hulk of Nuevo York and the blighted landscape below."

"Synwulfe: Collect the Tin Soldiers" by S.C. Ringgenberg
Originally appeared in Heavy Metal Magazine, May, 1984. "Earth, 2417, Post Apocalypse. When Earth died, man fled to satellite colonies... and beyond, leaving it to the Muties, the twisted humanoids descended from those whose seed was tainted by contact with their tortured planet."

"Synwulfe: Episode One [Part Two]" by S.C. Ringgenberg
"Earth, 2417, Post Apocalypse. Twilight descends on a world ravaged by the hand of man. The dying rays of the muted sun gild the acid-rain scoured hulk of Nuevo York and the blighted landscape below."

"Synwulfe: Color Covers and Conceptual Art" by S.C. Ringgenberg
"A behind the scenes look at some of the conceptual designs, alternate covers, and color pages in the Synwulfe legacy."

"Synwulfe: Slow Night" -- An original Synwulfe color strip by S.C. Ringgenberg and John Pierard
"EARTHSIDE, The Hole In the Wall Cantina, 2:32 AM"

"The Man Who Sold Marionettes" by Gregg Delcurla
[Part One} -- "I was lost in its perfect little pantomime, hypnotized, convinced that at any moment it might just bite off the strings that gave it life, and trot off down the staircase into the city. I believed in the marionette."

"The Man Who Sold Marionettes" by Gregg Delcurla
[Part Two] -- "But I knew right then, witness to all of those undisturbed remains, that there were no animals left in New Jersey. No animal animals at least."

The Pharm, by Wolf Peterson

The PHARM
by Wolf Peterson
Prolog Part One: Down and Out In Karadonia --- "Though ingestion, imbibement, and gross overindulgence were indeed at the very heart of our mission, the very concept of food for consumption seemed somehow foreign to us. In any case, it was not worth stopping to eat in the Karadonian Territories. Karadonian culture is hopelessly ecclesiastical, and their cuisine, though highly symbolic, tends to be inedibly bland. No, we had been forced to stop in Karadonia because of the direst of circumstances. Circumstances which were entirely beyond our control--we were lost and needed directions."

"The Scavengers" by Fernando Ruiz
[Part One] -- "Two aliens land among the remains of the long dead planet Earth looking to make their fortune in this prologue to AFM's new, original comic serial."

"The Scavengers" by Fernando Ruiz
[Part Two] -- "Earth was not an easy planet to settle as its surface was littered with the crumbling remnants of the planet's long-extinct native population."

"The Scavengers" by Fernando Ruiz
[Part Three] -- "The only thing more menacing than a desperate, militaristic alien from Alpha Centauri is a GROUP of them...and that's just what visiting Rigellan Darvin Brill finds himself encountering in this issue's installment of The Scavengers!"

"The Scavengers" by Fernando Ruiz
[Part Four] -- "Earth was not an easy planet to settle as its surface was littered with the crumbling remnants of the planet's long-extinct native population."

"The Scavengers" -- An original AFM Comic Series by Fernando Ruiz
[Part Five] -- "Yeah. I met Darv on Regula... His squad had just been wiped out when he hooked up with ours... He was the worst soldier I ever saw."

The Thousand Year Nixon, by Synne Christian

"The Thousand Year Nixon" by Synne Christian
[Part One] -- "He pulls the trigger as I swing up my briefcase, and the rapid burst of fire takes out three innocents, as the gun goes spinning off into the air. There is an explosion of sparks and falling glass as the bullets strafe the ceiling, and the airport is transformed into a screaming hysterical mob... "

"The Thousand Year Nixon" by Synne Christian
[Part Two] -- "The desert here is littered with broken factories and Joshua trees. The sand has been baked into rock, and even melted into glass in some places. A sort of unnatural tarmac, as far as the eye can see. And it is hotter than hell."

"The Thousand Year Nixon"
by Synne Christian
[Parts Three and Four]
"I see fire all around, the air burns my lungs. I see sand clinging hotly, grabbingly to the melted rubber fabric of my boots. I see the sun reflecting dangerously from mile long sheets of cracked and broken glass..."

"To Drive the Cold Winter Away" by G.W. Thomas
[Part One] -- "The window was hard to navigate with only one arm. I threw out my pack first then kneeled on the sill and just kind of let myself fall out. The roof was slippery but I crossed quickly, eyes ever open for Man-Bats and Sky-liners."

"To Drive the Cold Winter Away" by G.W. Thomas
[Part Two] -- "A high-pitched squeal not unlike a loose fan belt. Our shotguns were raised, ready. Whether it was that full moon or just a break in the gusts of snowy cloud, we could now see exactly what we were facing."

"To Drive the Cold Winter Away" by G. W. Thomas
[Part Three] -- "I had the day to kill. I had two men to kill, too. I hadn't forgotten about Psycho and Hater. But something told me I needed to deal with Jack first."

"To Drive the Cold Winter Away" by G. W. Thomas
[Part Four] -- "What difference to me? Perhaps Hart would have me killed just as soon as I arrived? But at the time I figured my chances were better with Jack than with the Westies."

"To Drive the Cold Winter Away" by G. W. Thomas
[Part Five] -- "As we rose I saw the underbelly of the bridge. The upper rafters were covered with moving shapes. Man-bats, hundreds of them hanging from the steel protrusions."

"To Drive the Cold Winter Away" by G. W. Thomas
[Part Six] -- "My great plans of surprising someone while he took a dump or fell asleep quickly disappeared when I fell over a low box of beer cans. I tumbled onto the old carpet surrounded by empties. Someone had planted the box in a clever way as an alarm. Someone who stood over me with a shotgun. I didn't move."

"To Drive the Cold Winter Away -- Part Seven: "The Devil"" -- by G.W. Thomas
[Part Seven] -- "I was awake. I could see the two geeks came around the truck cab and stare at me. One poked me with a finger. The other kicked the scattergun aside like it was a rancid dog turd. They babbled as they walked away. No coup de grace. Nothing. Just leave me to die."

"To Drive the Cold Winter Away -- Part Nine: "Death"" -- by G.W. Thomas
[Part Nine] -- "We heard knocking on the glass at the windows. Weird eyes peered in but no one made any attempt to smash their way in."

"Wasteland Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part One] -- "When you get to the wasteland, you'd better bottle your piss. You'll probably need it." He cackled, turned back to his pissing, and began to sing in a shrill, nasal voice. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me haaaaappy..."

"Wasteland Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Two] -- "Leggy smiled, he had to admit it was good to be away from San Nuyammo. Only now that he was away could he see clearly how much the struggling camp was truly dying under the decay of living in the shadow of the Wasteland--eating itself alive in a cancerous, futile grasp at existence. But in Levitton at least there was hope."

"Wasteland Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Three] -- "That's right," said Leggy. "We'll burn those fuckers out." He turned to Derek, "Unless you're scared, that is. We could always just go on our merry way," he chuckled and continued as if to himself, "You boys can't handle a few half-domesticated bugs, you're gonna love the Wasteland."

"Wasteland Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Four] -- "It was Leggy, reclined in his wheelchair, hanging on for dear life, long hair and singed clothing billowing in the wind. And Derek was behind him, gripping the chair by its rusty handles, leaning forward and pushing, running, charging for all he was worth."

"Wasteland Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Five: The Motorcycle Men]
"Not horses," said Leggy, raising the spyglass to his eye. His jaw dropped, and his face went white. "Not horses," he repeated, "Motorcycles. At least two of 'em, maybe more. Fuck!"

"Wasteland Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Six: Leggy's Story]
"See boys, I was a man of ambition, and spear carrier ain't no job for a man of ambition. After a couple of KC runs I asked the road boss in Levvittown for a new assignment. Luckily, I was possessed of pretty good eyesight, so he apprenticed me to a couple of scouts. That was more to my liking. Scouts rode out ahead of the caravan to check for danger--bug nests, ambushes, road blocks, downed bridges, things like that. And the really good scouts could earn themselves a rifle."

"Wasteland Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Seven: Moses Spring]
"Leggy stared into the fire. Silas’s offer was tempting. His days of running with the Paladins had been some of the best of his life. Could he really recapture them?"

"Wasteland Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Eight]
"Back home, the Judges spoke longingly of Heaven. They said Heaven should be the goal of every man, woman, and child. In Heaven there would be no more pain, no more hurt, no more desperation. Only milk and honey in plenty, and white light, and cool days that went on forever. These angels were trying to reach it."

"Wasteland Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Nine]
"As they drew nearer a dog came at them through the tall grass. It was large and fast, and it growled menancingly. It stopped twenty yards from them, barking and baring its teeth. The party halted. Minna brayed nervously. Afha nuzzled her and whickered soothingly."

"Wasteland Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Ten]
"“Not a whole lotta anybody passing through here,” the old man agreed. “Occasionally a coyote pack’ll sniff out the smoke-pit. Every couple’a years or so a mutie or two’ll wander up from the Wastes. But that’s about it. Used to be, when I was a lad, there was some trouble with raiders, but not no more. And the traders, they never come through here. Hell, I haven’t seen a trader or Bedouin in well over fifteen years. I ain’t seen no one worth talking to in… shucks, in quite a long time,” he finished with a sigh. "