Sunday, March 11, 2012

Hemlock, MI

We have reached the end of days. It was spoken to us by all of the great Biblical prophets and even by the Lord Jesus Christ hisself. They say that no one will know the hour or the place when he comes back, but he will. As surely as I write these words on what's left of my kitchen wall, I assure you that today is the day.

2 Peter 3:10 says "But the day of the Lord will come as unexpectedly as a thief. Then the heavens will pass away with a terrible noise, and the very elements themselves will disappear in fire, and the earth and everything on it will be found to deserve judgment." The fire has already come to this Earth, and those of us who remain alive remain here for the Lord to judge to our faces. Those who are saved and pure in His eyes will rise to Heaven with Him. Away from all of this Earthly nonsense that drags us down, and away from all of the sinners trying to drag us down.

While the Lord may have destroyed all of those sinners in hedonistic cities like Detroit and Chicago, he left the good folk of Hemlock, Michigan here safe and sound. I don't need to tell you it's because we're a God-fearing people in this city. We watched the heavenly fog descend down on the city of Saginaw, destroying all the infidels in that city a couple of weeks back. We all knew for sure it'd be our turn to rise to Heaven with the Lord soon. Just as Revelation said, the sixth seal would bring the heavens raining down on all the cities of the Earth, and the Good Lord did not disappoint.

We, the remaining Christians of Hemlock, Michigan await the coming of our Lord and Savior. His coming is soon, and we shall all be ready.

Date Retrieved: 12-9-2023
Date Written: June-August 2017 (estimated)

Location: These messages were found carved into a wall inside a collapsed Methodist Church in the rural city of Hemlock, Michigan. Rubble from other walls within the building also contained carvings, though this piece was by far the longest one in tact.

Other Notes: The carvings were made in the church sanctuary's wooden paneling and appear to be made with a fairly blunt object such as a stick or bone rather than a knife. Upon initial inspection of the building, 14 skeletons were found in various states of decay. Excavations completed in September and October of 2023 have revealed additional information indicating that upwards of 90 people were inside the church for an extended period of time. While exact numbers cannot be confirmed, it is presumed that at least one-half of the individuals inside the church were consumed in acts of cannibalism. Hemlock was a landing point for a secondary extraterrestrial attack in early 2019, an event which likely wiped out the remaining survivors.

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NOTE TO READERS AND SITE AUTHORS:  I apologize for the inconsistant posting the last two weeks.  Following a large blizzard, I had to have my DSL line completely replaced.  It was fixed once, for about a day, but crashed again and they just finished the work this a.m. Again I apologize to author Tim B. for the delay in posting this piece and I apologize to readers who may have been waiting to hear more about the apocalypse :)

Monday, March 5, 2012

Personal Journal of Johann Von Verruckt - Entry 7

The Personal Journal of Johann Von Verruckt

This incomplete set of documents was found in a buried time capsule at the former site of the Berlin wall on June 13th, 2022. Translation from German to English done by the council for foreign affairs of A.I.R.

May 31st, 2019

1:51 a.m.

Entry 7: Day 5 after acquisition of Sam19

Scout ships are becoming more and more frequent according to the resistance fighters Intel. They seem to circle this underground bunker like vultures waiting to pick the bones of a fallen animal. It does not make any sense. It seems the brethren (if they could be called as such) of Sam19 know exactly where we are keeping their comrade, yet do not mount a rescue...Why? This journal will now be my main source of conversational conjectures as my assistant, Sven Holdenstaadt, has met an untimely, albeit provoked, end. As a result, the resistance has dispatched two soldiers as a security detail and will allow no one but me to interact with Sam19. Needless to say, the intellectual conversation has digressed to the sound of bullets being loaded into clips and the impulsively incessant noise of a bore brush being dragged through the barrels of rifles...And they call me crazy.

It should be noted that Sven Holdenstaadt, while not the greatest scientific mind left on the earth, was a meticulous assistant and met his demise under circumstances that can only be described as careless. Such a contradiction of character; although stress can unwind a man and claw at his last raw nerve. Sven, for whatever ungodly reason, taunted Sam19 with a picture of a strawberry milkshake. Perhaps in his mind he believed that he could draw more information out of the celestial being by presenting it with a false promise. The attack happened so quickly that it seemed not even sound could catch up with the momentum of Sam19's milkshake lust rage. There was a blur and Sam19 was nearly seated again before we heard the Velcro rip of cartilage and twig snap of Sven's legs being wrench from his body. I have many theories on the way in which Sam19 could have moved that fast not barring the warping of temporal space. Sven bled to death in minutes. May he rest in peace...or pieces as the case reflects. There are some interesting observations that can be drawn from this tragedy: 1) that these celestial beings may succumb to stress and anxiety, 2) the physical appearance of these celestial beings is in no way indicative to their potential physical strength, and 3) these celestial beings may have been on earth long before they began to their assault. The third observation was a connection to Sam19's love of strawberry milkshakes that I am embarrassed to admit I had not made at an earlier juncture. It all spawns from the question of how did Sam19 develop the taste for such a treat? The answer is Occam's Razor. They have tasted our food, drank our drink, lived our culture, and hidden in plain sight. Are these magnificent beings truly the trumpet blowers of our apocalypse?  They have wrought war, pestilence, famine, and death; of this there can be no dispute.

Another occurrence has brought about many more questions as to the true capabilities of Sam19's species. I have developed a daily routine of conversing with our guestto call Sam19 anything but a guest would be a vainglorious fallacyabout various subjects. Today I presented our guest with a mirror and, by God, for the first time in five days, I saw fear in its eyes. When I asked about the fear of mirrors, Sam19 was unresponsive and sent very nasty, albeit non-threatening, vibrations my way and requested that the mirror never be brought out again. A strange thing indeed to fear one's own reflection.

General Adkinsona General only because there is no one left to assume the role and no one who will challenge this madman's authorityis getting more and more persistent with his pursuit of knowledge from Sam19 while becoming less and less patient with his methods. I allow the General to observe every couple of days and read over some abridged notes that I keep separate from this journal. After the incident with Sven, I believe that General Adkinson may be finally realizing that violent interrogation of Sam19 is not an option...although, admittedly, I have kept Sam19's reaction to mirrors under lock and key because if General Adkinson possessed that kind of critical knowledge, there is no telling what might transpire as a result. It is my intention to prevent any further incidents such as the one with Sven from happening again.


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Thursday, March 1, 2012

J. Hull Journals. 3/9/17 - 3/13-17

Date Retrieved: 7-23-2022

Date Written: First Entry: 3-9-2017.  Last Entry: 7-14-2022

Location:  Dublin, Ireland and Various Locales in the United Kingdom

Other Notes:  Janie Hull (27 year female) kept various journals from 3-9-2017 to 7-14-2022.  Hull donated journals to AIR on 7-23-2022 in an effort to document what she and her family had experienced in the years from 2017 to 2022.

March 9, 2017. 4pm

It’s been three days since the world went crazy.  I don’t even know what to say about it.  Josh and I are hiding in our hotel room and I decided to write down some of what is happening because there is no TV and the hotel staff has told us that we cannot leave our rooms.  Josh finally fell asleep and if I just sit here I know that I will go crazy.

We got to Dublin a week ago, two days after the wedding.  Some fucking honeymoon.  I want to be back in Toronto and have all of this not happening.

I wish I knew if my mom and dad are ok.  The phone lines (landlines and cells) haven’t worked since all this started, and the internet is just about useless.  I keep thinking that it can’t go on much longer, that by the time I wake up things will be back to normal and people won’t be whispering about war or aliens or whatever crazy idea they think is happening. I know it sounds stupid, but I keep thinking of my cat, Bowser, alone in our apartment.  Would the neighbor even remember that he was supposed to feed him if all this craziness is happening there too?

These French guys across the hall? They said this is happening in every large city in the world.  I am sure Toronto would count as a large city. But it can’t be happening there too.  They can’t be everywhere can they?

Oh god, it is happening again. I am going to wake Josh up in case we have to run.

March 10, 2017. 2pm

We are still in the hotel room.  The hotel staff opened up the kitchen last night and let us take whatever we wanted, lucky for us this place had three restaurants so there was quite a bit to go around. It also helps that almost every guest took off not too long after the first few explosions. After letting us into the kitchens, the staff said that they were leaving…going home to their families and that we could do what we wanted. 

Josh and I decided to stay here at least a day or two more; after that we will try and find a way to the embassy. 

March 12, 2017. 6am

We went outside yesterday.

I kept telling Josh we shouldn’t, but he wanted to see what was left in the little store outside the hotel.  It catered mainly to the hotel guests; aspirin, cigarettes, snacks…that kind of stuff.  Josh wanted to grab any medicine and bottled water that might be there before we tried to leave. 

The only way I agreed to let him go is if I went with.   He argued at first, but I flat out told him that I would rather be dead than left in this creepy, quiet hotel room by myself. 

The streets were mostly silent, I could hear car alarms or something off in the distance but there weren’t cars driving or people walking around. Everything smelled like smoke and pennies. There were lots and lots of bodies.  Josh tried to make me go back in, told me to look up at the sky instead of around me, but I couldn’t stop looking. 

One lady was sitting with her back to us on the park bench outside the hotel  At first I thought she was alive…she had a baseball hat on her head, camera strap around her neck, her purse still slung over her shoulder.  She was just sitting on that bench, still wearing her accessories, just like she was about to hop up and grab some touristy pictures to pass around the office when she got home. 

When we came around to the front though, she didn’t have any legs.  Her blue coat was all purple and brown at the bottom and ribbons of what looked like hamburger and blood and something pink and shiny in these weird ropey clumps and there were flies crawling there.  Something had ripped her face in half one eye was just dangling down on her cheek and I started screaming and screaming and Josh grabbed me and her eye was just DANGLING there and-

March 13, lunchtime

I kind of lost it there.  I’m not sure why I am keeping this stupid notebook.  Yesterday Josh tried to throw it away, but I took it out of the trash can because writing in it makes me feel at least a little more normal.  I don’t know why, I never liked to write before.

After we went outside, Josh dragged me into that little store and filled up bags full of food and water and took about 20 bottles of aspirin.  He took a few cartons of cigarettes and even though I spent the last year convincing him to quit, I didn’t say anything.  I think cancer is pretty low on the threat list for right now.   He tried the phones and the computer in the back office (I think that was the real reason he wanted to go there), but  the power was out.

The hotel still has power, they must have a generator.  We moved our stuff up to a suite with a kitchenette on the top floor and Josh heated up some soup he found in the restaurant freezer downstairs.  I tried to eat, but I just keep thinking of that woman. 

We are going to stay here for a while.  We still don’t know where the embassy is and there is power, food and running water here we don’t want to go quite yet.  I think if I wasn’t pregnant, Josh probably would want to make a run for it but I can’t go very fast so we are waiting to see what happens before we head out.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Dr. C.E. Crain, Letter no.2 from U of S. Aus. Archives, CWR

19 April 2017

It's been a little over a month since I last chronicled the events surrounding what has become a world wide terror. As of my last writing, I was in a hospital bed in Royal Adelaide Hospital recovering from injuries sustained in the explosion that decimated my hotel. My injuries consisted of a moderately sprained shoulder as well as a concussion, though at this point in time I've recovered quite nicely from both ailments. While I was in Royal Adelaide, I met an officer in the Australian Navy named Alex who had also suffered injuries in initial explosions. When he learned that I was an historian by trade, Alex assigned me with the task of gathering information from these attacks and the subsequent fallout for domestic and military records. I gladly accepted, partly because I was already planning to do this, but also because I enjoy the thought of being conscripted by a foreign military for peaceful matters.

As things stand right now, I'm penning these notes and memos on a pair of giant paper notebooks I was able to salvage from a local supermarket. Phone and internet connections have been destroyed, with most places in the city being forced to ration power. The lone exception to this rule are hospitals, were survivors of the initial explosions crowd the lobby as if it were a giant hotel. I've been basing myself out of Royal Adelaide, though I do spend some nights in nearby houses, provided I can find one where the doors and windows all lock. The majority of the population is still in too much fear to consider looting, though there are a few rogue individuals outside breaking store windows. For whatever reason, these people rarely return to loot again, though I can't say I have an explanation for what might be causing that.

Two days ago, I ventured down to the harbor to get some information from my new found military contacts on what is going on in Australia as a whole. I've been told that Adelaide is in the best shape of the major cities of the country. Melbourne and Perth are still burning, while Canberra and Sydney are in ruins. There were rumors that most of the major cities back in the United States had suffered the same fate as Sydney, though no one had any information on the fate of Salt Lake City. I dropped a letter to Gabrielle in the mailbox, though I have no idea if either the Australian or American mail systems are active at this point. The Chinese and Iranian militaries are reported to be arming their nuclear warheads in preparation for full scale war, though as to who those wars will be against is still in question.

A traveler from outside the city made her way to the hospital today. Her name is Dr. Deborah Evans, an archaeological researcher from McGill University in Canada. Dr. Evans was returning to Adelaide from an excursion to the outback last month when the explosions hit. She described what she can only explain as a combination of a meteor and a cluster bomb falling on the city on March 7th. By her account, the object fell center on the city, creating an explosion and a wall of fire. From that wall, a small meteor rose up, hanging in the air for a few seconds before splitting into various smaller projectiles and crashing down in a perfect circle, creating a second ring of fire further out from the first. The process repeated two more times, creating three rings as well as the initial bull's eye point. The fires died down and eventually dissipated over the course of three weeks, though from what I heard at the shipyard, Adelaide has been lucky in that regard.

Night is falling over the city as I write this, meaning the lobby lights here at the hospital will get turned out soon. Off in the distance I can see a few embers from what was the closest fire smoldering. With night time comes near silence, save for the sounds of the random looters in the street and an awkward buzzing noise that rings out every night around 11pm. No one in the hospital is sure where the buzzing is coming from, though there are times where the Doppler effect indicates whatever is making the noise has passed over us. Though I can't be for certain what has caused the explosions or where the buzzing noise is coming from, I'm nearly 100% certain that the two are related, and that whatever has caused them is like nothing the human race has ever seen before.

Date Retreived: 1-1-2023
Date Written: 4-19-2017

Location: This writing is part of a series of letters on file at the University of South Australia in Adelaide. While it is not the only personal retelling of the events surrounding 3-7-2017 to exist, Dr. Crain's work is by far the most well-known in the new Commonwealth Republic.

Other Notes: The Commonwealth Republic was formed 10-16-2018 by the countries of Indonesia, Malaysia, the Philippines, Australia, and New Zealand as a united front against the alien invaders. It was the only coalition in the Eastern Hemisphere formed during the extraterrestrial violence to have survived in its original state post-war. Dr. Crain published additional letters during the war, all of which are on file at the University of South Australia.

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Sunday, February 26, 2012

Info. Report: Church of God's Righteous Vengeance

AIR Information Report on:
The Church of God’s Righteous Vengeance (CoGRV)

Date: 5-30-2022

Report complied by AIR agent J.E. Johnson


Main HQ: Hooker, OK
Branches in: Clarksdale, MS. Osborn, KS. Loving, NM. Lubbock, TX. Vernal, UT.

Report on CoGRV history

In the months following the invasion, a cult known to its members as the Church of God’s Righteous Vengeance was formed in Hooker, Oklahoma. This group, also known as the CoGRV, attracted approximately 15,000 to 25,000 people from the central and southern United States.  They are currently the largest organized civilian settlement what remains of North America. While the group’s largest congregation remains in OK; it has also established branches in MS, KS, TX, UT, and NM.

 The majority of church members were individuals who had lost most or many family and acquaintances during the attacks.  The church grew to power during the drought of the summer of 2017.  The founding members had managed to secure access to large stores of food and requited members in exchange for providing food, shelter and water.

The tenets of this faith are based loosely on Christianity (specifically the book of Revelations), but are in no way affiliated or acknowledged by the Christian church or any sect of them.  The CoGRV believes that God sent “demons” to attack humanity in retribution for sins.  They believe that those who died deserved to be killed and that all rebuilding efforts are an affront to God’s plan. 

The CoGRV believe that it is their mission to “finish” what the extraterrestrial combatants started.  They have formed a militia and continue to attack civilian and aid personnel in an effort to halt the rebuilding effort.  The CoGRV have refused multiple attempts by AIR to establish contact or come to a peace agreement.  The CoGRV asserts that it is an independent country based on its religious tenets. While AIR maintains its stance of global religious freedom, the CoGRV is considered an enemy to the mission of global reunification due to the numerous violent attacks it has conducted.

The CoGRV is led by two individuals known as Father Harlan “Hank” Engald and Sister Nancy Phillips.   Harlan Engald is a 58 year old male who claims to be a prophet sent from God to lead the worthy in ridding the planet of nonbelievers. Engald is referred to as “The Beacon” by members of the CoGRV.  Prior to invasion, Harlan Engald was unemployed and had a criminal history of multiple counts of domestic abuse to his common law wife, Patty Engald (Deceased), multiple arrests due to drug and alcohol charges, petty theft and larceny charges, aggravated assault charges and  one count of sexual assault to a minor.  Engald was incarcerated at the time of attacks and was released in 2017 along with the rest of prison populations when it was determined that local officials could no longer attend to inmates. Engald claims to be all knowing and is seen as both holy and immortal by members of the CoGRV.

“Mother” Nancy Phillips is a 43 year old female.  Phillips is rumored to be romantically involved with Engald, but this is denied by both parties.  Prior to the Invasion, Phillips was a Home Economics Instructor at Hooker High School.  She has been married and divorced three times and is the mother to Donald Phillips (Pastor of CoGRV Kansas branch). Phillips is a self-proclaimed “antifeminist” and leads the Women’s Atonement Circle which is aimed at reeducating women on what the CoGRV claims is their “traditional role as wives and mothers”.

The Threat of the CoGRV:

AIR has deemed the CoGRV to be a threat to international reunification.  The CoGRV has formed a militia which has been used on at least 23 occasions to attack emergency medical centers, civilian gathering places and resettlement camps.  The militia is well supplied with guns, ammunition, and claims to have access to biological weapons. It is assumed that the CoGRV is supplied by foraging weapons and ammunitions from abandoned retail locations and personal homes.  

Reports indicate that the CoGRV kill or imprison civilians that refuse to convert to or assimilate with the group.  Women and members of minority races are said to be at greater risk.  It is estimated at this time that the CoGRV is responsible for over 8000 to 10,000 deaths.

Reports indicate that the church is engaged in the trafficking of underage girls.  The CoGRV is rumored to force marriage to older men on girls as young as 14.  This is said to be a problem in Oklahoma and Kansas in particular.  OK and KS are also said to be the most violent branches of the church.

The Utah division of the church seems to be the most willing to speak with members of AIR.  This division is said to be the most removed from the other divisions.  AIR agents should focus on this group in attempts to learn more about the CoGRV.

Individuals of Interest:

Harlan “Hank” Engald, age 58– Leader of CoGRV, AKA - Father Engald, known to CoGRV members as “The Beacon” or “The Chosen Son”

Nancy Phillips, age 43 – Head of CoGRV Women’s Atonement Circle,

Donald Phillips, age 27– Pastor of CoGRV KS Branch, son of Nancy Phillips

Albert Young, age 31 – Pastor of CoGRV MS branch

Sherman Hertch, age 24 – Pastor of CoGRV TX branch

Douglas Mercer, age 44- Pastor of CoGRV NM branch

Clive Henderson, age 36 – Pastor of CoGRV UT branch

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Svalbard Global Seed Vault, A. Helminen

[Vault Log 16022017 - Audio recording single channel 44khz 16bit]

[Text Transcript of Audio log decoded from electronic handheld device.]

[Subject identified as Agnes Helminen Phd. - Duty Spermologist.]

[Location : Svalbard Global Seed Vault, Spitsbergen, Norway]

[Time stamp, 14:45 - 16.02.2017]

Mika still hasn't returned from his trip to Longyearbyen to get our lunch. I'm starting to get a little hungry. If he wasn't so damned cute I'd probably be mad.

Just finished cataloging the new deposit from the South African Development Community delegation. Nordgen better bump me up to a higher pay grade for all the overtime I'm doing.

[Time stamp, 16:20 - 16.02.2017]

I think something serious has happened. There was a major earthquake about an hour ago. I've  never experienced anything quite like it. The vault is still shaking from aftershocks...[loud cracking sound and some scrabbling noises]...sorry, that was a big one, just dropped my... ah, my phone.

It looks like grid power to the vault has been lost. The generators kicked in after the first shock. They're still running now so I'm assuming mains power hasn't come back online. The seed storage refrigeration systems have gone offline. It shouldn't be a problem, the permafrost surrounding the vault should keep the temperature sub zero. All comm systems appear to have been disabled. It's weird, all the systems are functioning but I just can't get an outside connection. Nordgen control is offline and I can't get a signal on my phone either.

To be honest...I'm, ah, I'm more worried about my own situation. I've checked and it looks like the quake has sealed me in to the vault. Both the main entrance and the escape hatch have been blocked, I'm guessing by rock fall. Mika never came back, I hope he's ok and lets the folks at Nordgen know I'm still in here. There's enough fuel in the generators for a day or two of power at best. Once the power goes the air circulation and heating systems will shut down and...ah, well...I'll be fucked.

[Time Stamp, 09.59 - 17.02.2017]

 Still no sign of mains power coming back online. I've spent some time tinkering on the main workstation and I've managed to get myself logged in with administrator privileges. The Nordgen network is still down but I managed to get connected to the open web. Not much is online and the connection is intermittent at best but I've managed connect to a site in Sweden called the pirate bay. An admin has managed to somehow keep a server online and has been hosting a forum and chat-room.

 Users on the site are saying all sorts of strange things about what is going on. A user in the U.S. [United States of America] MidKnightSon, claims that there has been a nuclear attack by the Chinese [The People's Republic of China]. He says he is a silver miner working Greens Creek Mine in Alaska and was underground when the bombs hit. He and some of his colleagues went above ground to take a look and apparently the whole area is a wasteland. He said it was like 'hell on earth'. They went back into the mine and are now suffering from radiation exposure. He thinks that they will survive as they weren't exposed for very long but they are all vomiting and slightly feverish.

 I'm not sure how he has a connection to the web and I'm also not sure how he knows that it was the Chinese. He doesn't mention seeing anything specific that would indicate that this was the case. It's also contradicted by another user from Ulan Bator [Capital city of Mongolia].

This user SunWu, claims to be working for the Chinese embassy. He was doing Sys-admin maintenance on their data-centre which is located in a bunker below the embassy building. He had a direct connection to the Chinese Ministry of National Defense network in Taipai [Capital City of the Republic of China] and managed to grab an unsecured communication. He attached a screenshot of the message and a translation. Unfortunately he only translated the first line.

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身份不明的飞船 - unidentified spaceship

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He claims that the connection was lost minutes after that message came through. He also says that twenty minutes after that, the quake hit. As far as he knows, China and Mongolia have been completely wiped off the map. I tried asking him to translate the rest of the message but he hasn't come back online for a few hours now. I guess he was running on backup power like me and ran out of fuel. Speaking of which, I've got about four hours of juice left which...I guess...well ah, I guess that means this is my epitaph.

Fuck you aliens!

[Time Stamp, 13.30 - 17.02.2017]

The generators have stopped. It's so weird, I had grown so used to the sound that I wasn't prepared for how quite it would be in here. The lights are out too. It's so dark now. The only light I have is my phone's screen and the battery is in the red.

I hope someone comes to rescue me soon, I don't think I'm going to have air for much longer.

I'm scared. I can't die in this fucking place! I wasn't even supposed to be here...

[long period of silence punctuated by heavy breathing and crying], dad, if you're still alive, I love you guys. I love you so m...

 [recording ends]

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Friday, February 24, 2012

Pre-apocalypse Evidence

AIR is requesting that anyone who has stories or documentation about contact with alien life forms prior to the 2017 attacks please contact an AIR agent at

For those interested in learning more about human and alien contact prior to the attacks on 2017, please see "Pre-apocalypse Evidence" link on the right sidebar.

AIR is still concerned mainly with the evidence of what happened in the years between 2017 and 2023, but we are now collecting information of pre-invasion contact as well.