Creative Screenshots - "The Man Who Walks Past Flowers: Part I" blog - Reborn:X

After a rather long hiatus, the blog is back again on its feet. This time, this entry wil be compose of two parts. After that, a special entry will be posted and the blog with be reborn again in it's new. amazing iteration. This entry is inspired by the Manhunt series of video games by Rockstar and Eastern Bloc symbolism. Thanks to Lyaskavku for the suggestion of the place name.

October 15th, Somewhere in Central Poland, 1963.

Meet Janusz, a man who lives out in his own except for a dog, his machines and a unfunctional household pig farm. He owns the strip of land in which he resides. There is nothing out of the ordinary except for the remarkable quality of his house, built there before his arrival by an unknown party. His daily life includes several chores such as cutting wood, driving to the town for supplies and managing his farm when it is summer. Also, doing daily prayers and paying the support for the State. There is not much worth to tell about him. Indeed, he and his little ecosystem might as well have been a entire life thrown in a bucket of blessed uniformity and routine. This place is often unaptly named as the Snow Rifts village.

The biggest attraction of his life in this month was the passing of an Army armoured column down the main, and only road in these parts. The air was cold around them as they were exiting their vehicles and nothing looked or smelled like it was going to be an unsual day. The trucks slowly quieted down as the soldiers were pracisting a massive pissing scenario, all right. Then, the statue of the great First Leader watched over them with protection.

Janusz decided not to interrupt them for that might have ended up with an unpleasant and potentially dangerous result. After the trucks and the tanks with the soldiers had displaced themselves off the scene of the Snow Rifts and into where their officer knows only; Janusz decided to go on a stroll with the dog. Walking calmly through the weakened October forest but stopping when the dog had picked up something weird. This is the start of an situation that neither he nor the dog could perceive to unfold the way the fate had decided it to do...

This is the personal story of...

T H E F L A S H B A C K ...

One Day in Summer, Somewhere in Eastern Poland, 1962.

Janusz and his colleagues drove with the main Huntsman on the back of his vintage Dodge car. They were to meet near the wooden bridge, recently constructed by the local engineering detachment. With the, there also a unnamed Mister Citizen who strangely had stood in between of a pair of old trees, possibly admiring the nature. The Huntsman brought his two young sons and the trusted German Shepard aide for the today's expedition. Janusz was to be a mere watcher of the show, his presence being entrusted here mainly because of his tangible wealth. The local policemen, Jerzy who was standing in the middle of the dirt road was also to partake. Acting as a guardian of the law and the old act which demanded special attention to be paid to guys with guns in fear of them contacting with the system of the old times. Thus, they went on into the unknown of this thrilling, joyful, saddening expedition...

R E M E M B E R M E ...

October 16th, +4 After Incident, Somewhere in Central Poland, 1963.

Officer Jerzy, as he is now called amongst his new and improved buddies was called on the scene of a possible disturbance. Yet, the weather remained the same, calm. Only the eerie feeling emanating for the location of the forest area was breeding discontent within the people. Because of the shortages, Jerzy is to investigate the area ahead personally, supported only by one experienced soldier delegated to evidence securing duties and a quadrivial of People's Militia buddies equipped with firearms from the pre-war weapon stocks. The old but gold Studebaker truck was driven by an Army tankist because of manpower shortages again. He and the another local soldier are to unpack additional ammunition crates in case of an emergency and guard the dirt road behind them. Should someone drive that way they are to stop and search anyone. As Officer Jerzy and his men moved towards the shadowy forest, the backup soldier cocked his kbk AK in expectation of trouble and the tankist unholsted his handgun, leaning against the truck. This is going to be exciting...

As the improvised People's Militia squad moved out from the forest and into the suspicious man-made clearing, firearms at the ready, what they saw was beyond their petty imagination. Suddenly almost everybody realised this situation is not going to leave much space and time for thought and thinking. The Jerzy's squad nervously surveyed the gruesome enviroment, with him momentarily aiming his handgun at the man in front. This rather unspeakable feeling was indeed overwhelming them as the supporting soldier started to lower his rifle, trying reach for the hand grenade tucked inside the jacket. The opposing group however, did not had to share the same emotions and worries as only the worker had stood still. The rest of them were readying up their Mosins and hatchets for the action. Then, the both parties spoke through their respective leaders:

And then the sounds of the firearms rang throughout the quiet earth.