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Some Survival Gear

Posted in Hikes, SCOD Fallout Projects, Trips with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 13, 2013 by Drogo

Inventory Lists of Survival Gear Kits

First a generic list is important to have some basic items available in your home area at all times. Generic lists are adaptable for climate and social circumstances, etc… so you can make your own personalized special occasion trip lists. These things are vital for emergencies!

1.  Durable Sealed Food

2.  Durable Sealed Liquid Container

3.  Cook Pot and Bowl

4.  Blade and Spoon

5.  Towel and Blanket

6.  Underwear and Socks (more than needed, usable as rags)

7.  Clothing you wear while moving (jacket, hat, shirt, pants, shoes, etc)

8.  Scarf or Hanky

9.  Backpack or Duffel Bag (that most of this goes in)

10. Paper, Pencil, Marker, Matches

11. Electric Torch (flashlight) and Lighter  (flame for starting fires)

12. Flask with high proof alcohol (for cleaning wounds, gunk, and spirits)

13. strong Rope cord, thin twine string, and bandages

14. Small book, game, or instrument (harmonica, flute, percussion, etc) this is optional of course, and now would be replaced with a Cell Phone or I-Device (which might be useless if cell towers are down, and cannot be charged after a few days of battery).


Food that lasts the longest without growing mold or spoiling (MRE, crackers, salted nuts, noodles) sealed and contained in a cook pot you can put on a campfire, access to potable water, plastic or metal bottle (for water, does not break, if lost replaceable), large cup or bowl made of wood or metal, flask of alcohol, more underwear and socks than shirts and pants, medicine (if you need something specific for a severe condition), sources of portable light (one of which should have a flame for starting fires), some paper, marker, string, cord, blade, spoon, … i make it all fit in one bag i can carry with a strap over long distances.

Ultimate actual decisions are personal, and variable depending on circumstances. However it is good to have a few generic emergency scenarios, and kits, available in your home. Appalachian Trail Thru hikers agree with old sarges on this:  “Packs are too heavy, until you need what you don’t have.”


(special thanks to the Facebook group Wilderness and Urban Survival tips)

* see also:  Hiking Backpack List

Drogo’s SCOD Quest 2012

Posted in Fictional Stories, SCOD Fallout Projects with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 1, 2011 by Drogo

There is always more work to be done. One can be finished working when one is dead, but the work itself may live on long after.” 

~ Drogo Empedocles

The SCOD Pipedream Pub as an idea started decades ago.

For years we planned in secret, because we knew that the Pipedream was not for most people. We refined the concept into the Master Plan known as The Sustainable Cooperative for Organic Development (SCOD).

If our over-lords had not been over-thrown by their own wars, we probably would have never been able to get our land to build on. Before Armageddon land was very expensive, and we came from less-than-royal families of common trades, that would never have been able to save enough money, or get the sponsors necessary to loan such exorbitant amounts of money. We were prisoners in a Capitalist consumer debt society, with no real democratic way to change the system.

However the system was broken, and so things changed. Everything finally went to Hell. Land titles meant very little because public records were often destroyed and there were few legal enforcers since they stopped receiving paychecks, and all their money was increasingly worthless anyway. Sure some cops and firefighters stayed on as fraternal clubs, like biker gangs, but it was not the same.

So we talked to some local survivors that wanted to see the return of more stable communities to the area. We tipped the appropriate people for a few acres of land that was not contested by anyone recently. We felt confident about homesteading that land in particular, and that was important. No one ever challenged our right of eminent domain, at least no one with a previous claim.

Also before the Apocalypse it would have been harder to start an alternative community within an uncompromising empire, such as the one we had. It was not that we were lazy before, because we had probed the corporate climate for years without any ally. So the time was right, but we still had to face a serious dilemma.

After the Apocalypse things were much harder, and life changed for everyone. It was easier to leave where you had been, but harder to pick up with fewer motorized transportation options. It was also easier to make shelter from existing ruins and reused materials, than try to build entirely new structures. So this was the main decision for SCOD members. Do we compromise the main Circle Field with buildings on the perimeter, for land that is closer with many structures already there? Of course
there were many other problems, and questions within questions, but this stood out in my mind.

Often people had nothing of value anymore, so there was nothing holding them back besides loyalties,  nostalgic depression, or worse psychopathic issues that had manifest since the Breakdown. You had to really ask yourself the question; where are you and what are you there for?

Most SCOD members pre-Apocalypse had lived hundreds of miles apart. This meant many days travel once the highways and many roads became unusable for vehicular traffic. Luckily as SCOD members we were more prepared than others to be survivors, and we had contingency plans that we had been putting into place. Not all our plans would be successful, but that is why we had more than one plan ready to go. If you only have one plan, it is harder to reset and try something new.


* to be continued *

John Brown Lives!

Posted in Book Reports, Fictional Stories, SCOD Fallout Projects with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 27, 2011 by Drogo

Jonn Brawn Lives! … All Fear The Undead Zombie Necromancer!

SEE the dead rise from their graves!

HEAR the howls of ghosts as they haunt you!

FEEL the cold grip of death as they come to cleanse the land!

* The Chronicles of Cleric Jonn Brawn are found within the series “Harpers Faerie Magic” by Walton Stowell published 2011. First written in 2003 as a D&D Module of Adventures.

Drogo Chronology

Posted in SCOD Fallout Projects with tags , , , , , , , , on June 17, 2011 by Drogo

This rough Biography Outline is for the development of my character in the World of SCOD stories and films. It is a story parallel to our own, if things had gone as bad as I imagined they could, shifted from reality in 2001…if 9/11 had resulted in World War III… and somehow only half of the world population was killed or mutated.

Chronology for the Life of Drogo of SCOD

1976                              born

1977                              1yr

1978                              2yrs

1979                              3yrs

1980                              4yrs

1981                              5yrs

1982                              6yrs        started 1st Grade

1983                              7yrs        1-2

1984                              8yrs        2-3

1985                              9yrs        3-4

1986                              10yrs       4-5

1987                              11yrs       5-6

1988                              12yrs       6-7

1989                              13yrs       7-8

1990                              14yrs       8-9

1991                              15yrs       9-10

1992                              16yrs       10-11

1993                              17yrs       11-12

1994                              18yrs       12th Graduated – Start College

1995                              19yrs       Architecture College

1996                              20yrs       Architecture College

1997                              21yrs       Architecture College

1998                              22yrs       Architecture College

1999                              23yrs       Architecture College

2000                              24yrs       Architecture College

2001                              25yrs       911    Eve of Armageddon

2002                              26yrs       Armageddon

2003                              27yrs       Armageddon

2004                              28yrs       Armageddon

2005                              29yrs       Armageddon

2006                              30yrs       Apocalypse

2007                              31yrs       Post-Apocalypse

2008                              32yrs       Post-Apocalypse

2009                              33yrs       Post-Apocalypse

2010                              34yrs       Reclamation

2011                              35yrs       Reclamation

2012                              36yrs       Reclamation

2013                              37yrs       Reclamation

2014                              38yrs       Reclamation

2015                              39yrs       Reclamation

2016                              40yrs       Confederation

2017                              41yrs       Confederation

2018                              42yrs       Confederation

2019                              43yrs       Confederation

2020                              44yrs       Holocausts

2021                              45yrs       Remnant Wars

2022                              46yrs       Federation

2023                              47yrs       Federation

2024                              48yrs       Federation

2025                              49yrs       Federation – Empire

2026                              50yrs       Restoration of Purity

2027                              51yrs       Restoration

2028                              52yrs       Restoration

2029                              53yrs       Restoration

2030                              54yrs       Restoration …


JRR Tolkien and War

Posted in Book Reports, Medieval Tavern, Memorials / Obituaries / Epitaphs, SCOD Fallout Projects, Spiritual with tags , , , , , , , , , on December 1, 2009 by eposognatus

While war and glory often go hand-in-hand in fantasy, the reality is – as Tolkien knew far too well himself – vastly different. We have the great fortune to be able to pursue our recreation in peace and without fear of true harm, but let us not forget that the weapons we may carry and their manner of use were devised not for fun, but for brutal and efficient killing. Few who walk upon the field of glory find it, and many do not walk back off at all.

“Wars are always lost, and War always goes on…” -J.R.R. Tolkien

“[Sam] was glad that he could not see the dead face. He wondered what the man’s name was and where he came from; and if he was really evil at heart, or what lies or threats had led him on the long march from his home; and if he would not really rather have stayed there in peace.” -Ibid


Posted in Film Reviews, SCOD Fallout Projects with tags , , , , on November 15, 2009 by Drogo

It’s not 2012,

It’s 2020.


SCOD Fallout: The Journal of CD-Serra-Set

Posted in SCOD Fallout Projects with tags , , , , , , , on June 20, 2009 by coffeedude65

It was a few years ago, I cast off my white robe and along with it everything else.  I set off into the world, letting my hair grow (the itch at first was terrible!).  The only thing I kept was my old Ray-Ban sunglasses; the sun was frightful at times during the peak of the day.

You see, I was old enough at the time to remember the Before.  I remembered world leaders on TV throwing shoes at each other, coming to full blows in the august halls of the United Nations.  I remember joking about how people in the stores would nearly shove you out of the way to grab a package of toilet paper from the heaping shelves.  When it actually WAS the last toilet paper in the world, my joking prophecy paled in comparison what really happened.  I once saw a woman cut a man’s throat on aisle 12, grinning like a demon while clutching a four pack of Charmin extra soft.  She didn’t seem to mind that his blood had soaked through the package, turning the paper a bright crimson.  Ever after, when the tradition of wearing white clothes came about, I would replay that scene over in mind, even visualizing people’s clothes on the street slowing turning pink.

Oh there’s plenty of stories from just after- even enough stories from the Before to make your hair curl.  You wouldn’t know it now, but the world was full of people who called themselves truth seekers, divining their secrets from the depth of the Internet, using the very products of the corporations to denounce the corporations.  Does that sound redundant?  Well, it is- because that’s what it was.

After, I had little choice.  You see, it was a choice between joining some roving gang of lunatics who were more bent on partying and looting than setting things right or to cling to romantic notions of the past.  Those notions that things could be worked out through elected committees and officials, what you would call government.

That’s right!  I said the word of heresy, but it was the way in those times.  But after the apocalypse, there was none.  There were no more jobs to go to in the morning, no office, no rat race of cappuccinos and conferences.  I saw it coming and had enough stored for a bit, but like everyone soon I had start scavenging what was left in the stores, then through garbage- anywhere you could think of.  Oh, some of us tried to grow what we needed, but so many didn’t have the skills or the time, not to mention the seasons.   And those that did, most were victims of the scraggs that were stronger. There were no more police to call when someone invaded your home.  A few had guns, but the gangs had more.

Then came this rot called “The Restoration of Purity”.  I still haven’t figured out what the hell that was supposed to mean, but the end result was setting up regional Citadels for the “advancement of humanity”.  Everything outside of those citadels became a vast wasteland, ignored by the so-called rule of law.  It seems that all anyone ever cared about were those that lived in the dense population centers like New York, LA, or Chicago. In the early 21st century if you didn’t live in one of the megalopolises, we weren’t shit.

But in these citadels, it became unbearable.  They were centers of social and psychological experiments and conditioning.  Something worse than Huxley could ever envision, but you wouldn’t know about that, I am sure.

So I had heard tell of a place that I had kept in mind.  It was called ‘the Pipe Dream Club’.  Whispers only, really- but the word came around.  I thought if only I could make through the white walls of the Citadel, through the Wasteland (over the hills and through hills, however that fairy tale goes).  And that is that.  I am on the trail, my noble quest, the proverbial knight errant in search of his personal Holy Grail.  I am not a warrior by nature, but one must adapt in the Wasteland.  It’s lucky that most of the so called warriors out there are nothing more than drunken slobs with only the strength of arms to their side.  A guy like me, who has something between the ears more than cheese can do ok, if they’re careful.  Though I will admit, there’s a mighty number of them out there and I’ve spent many a’ night cowering in ditch, afraid of even breathing for fear of being heard by orc-ish brutes.  And the fires!  The skies would rage orange at night from all the burning.

I feel I am close though.  I cannot be sure, but I think yesterday I saw a girl jump behind a junk heap of old cars.  It was just a fleeting glance of a lithe form that disappeared behind those fossil fuel burning behemoths of the past.  Maybe it’s my imagination.  I hope not.  I am ready to leave the trials of the road behind me for good.  I may be chasing a dream, but then at least I’m chasing something.

– written by Coffeedude65