NilBoG by Prophet Isaiah

In the not-too-distant future the largest asteroid ever recorded will collide with and destroy earth. Scientists around the world were able to pinpoint where and when the asteroid would hit, the small American town of Nilbog, at exactly midnight on October 31st, "The final Halloween" the souls of men indiscriminately unified under a single hapless banner of irrevocable doom. Most didn't care and saw it pointless to name the earth destroying asteroid but science prevailed and it was named Nilbog. The majority of the world only became aware of Nilbog and the destruction it would cause when the information was leaked on October 1st. Shortly after the leak the world shut down, big cities fell into chaos, and humans embraced the monsters they always were, are, and will be until the bitter end. Some civilized "safe" zones still existed up to the end, mostly in small towns. Nilbog was one of those zones, despite the influx of people camped on the outskirts of town whom had migrated to greet the end at where it begins.



Let's take a look around the town of Nilbog 38 minutes before the asteroid also named Nilbog impacts, shall we?



(trust the seance) You find yourself in the basement of the hair salon on main street. A group of people sit around a candle lit circle. They are praying for protection, like hands outstretched to deflect a bullet.



(night of the nevermore) With a head of half trimmed hair, you disembark to find a crowd that has formed at the town square listening to the loud rantings of a crazy man. He has some valid points worth pondering, but what is the point now?



(hypnotic) At an old abandoned building across town a vampire has lured one last meal, as that of a death row inmate that awaits the chair. Her victim doesn't seem to mind that much.



(Deadlights) A drop of blood from the vampire's prey slithers in a thinning steady stream down the drain, and finds way into the sewers dripping onto your own head where you and a few kids have found solace; solace until IT finds you.



(slaves to Odiare Amilynn) You escape the sewers alive, emerging by a lively scrap yard lit by multiple barrel fires. It looks like a scene from ThunderDome as people in different cages are released, and are pit against each other in gory combat. The winner is promised salvation. They will get none and receive the same as all.



(black mass) Before you are spotted you run into the woods, and eventually stumble upon an illuminating bonfire, with smoke irritating your eyes. You keep your distance, and take witness. Black clad zealots wearing cloaks are staggered around the fire perimeter. Their chants dissipating with the wind as you creep away in the cover of darkness.



(witches (be trippin)) The lingering aroma of smoldering flesh has made its way to a cabin where a man sits smoking a dirty pipe. Pensively evoking the past, the meaningless squabbles, and the treachery humanity perpetuates against itself while distractions from far greater impending existential threats loom. His smoke now merging with those whose are turned into ashes. If humans could be as cohesive as a mere pile of ants working for a common goal unmolested by tyrants, perhaps they could have escaped the kid with the magnifying glass, but there are red and there is black…"what ifs" are more irrelevant and insignificant now than they ever have been.



(satanic panic) You have made your way back to main street. You decide to check in on the hair salon basement dwellers - accepting their fate, reciting their death prayers, their curlers clinging to their skulls. You give your last eye roll ever and go back outside.



(artifice or alms) The air is different now. The animals are silent. The sky has turned an odd green and Nilbog is only 4 minutes away. Your anxiety is unbearable. You realize that maybe you should have taken the easy way out like the majority of humanity, but you didn't. A powerful assault of wind slams, and pins you against the outer wall of the salon. Your ear drums explode as one of your senses leaves your fleeting body. Reality sets in.. You dig deep within and find a brief moment of bravery to scream out a battle cry. The pain you are feeling is unlike any ever described as you see your skin melting like butter in a pan. Surely you should be dead by now yet you are not; you still have half a minute. Your bravery turns to tortured pleading and cowardice. Your vocal cords no longer work…still you mentally scream out to Nilbog for mercy.

I'm here!

kill me!

Come on, kill me already!

I'm here, Goddammit!

Come on, do it now!

KILL ME!



Nilbog obliges.

Gabe Lewis: vox/synth/bass//soundscapes

Rolf Ahl: vox/guitar/drums/hatred

death by sawing

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