or “Why Mal shouldn't read Turtledove novels at three in the morning.”
So... yeah. This is something I'm writing just to try and exorcise the idea from my head & get back to more productive Fenspace stuff. Comment at will, 'cause this one's going to be a bit strange. --Mal
In Fenspace Alternates, our heroes are taken from their usual setting and put into strange times and places – some that have existed, or might have existed, and others that can't, couldn't or shouldn't exist. This is one of them.
Our tale begins in two universes.
In the universe next door, life is pretty damn swell. The exploration and colonization of the solar system proceeds apace. A few years earlier the locals defeated a group of pirates and criminals that threatened to overturn all they had worked for. Certain elements in the Earthside governments fumed that they were no longer the potential masters of all they surveyed, but for the most part life went on as it always had. The Fen were in the heavens, all's right with the world.
In a universe three blocks over, things weren't quite so swell. Over there, the nations of the world held their breath as the latest round of bloody warfare seemed imminent. Almost every twenty-five years, like clockwork, war had overtaken the world and drenched it in blood. Now, as a genocidal madman rules the Confederate States of America, everybody was on edge, waiting for the next hammer to fall.
This is the state of these two universes as November 18th closes. Normally, this would be the end of it – despite knowing about multiversal travel (to the chagrin of two people in particular, but we'll get to them in a bit) the Fen don't have the ability or really the interest to universe-hopping just yet, and the unlucky denizens of TL-191 don't have the knowledge, much less ability or willingness. However, because the gods are assholes (Some religions would prefer the term “unknowable,” but honestly? They're assholes.), somebody decided to see if one could deal with the problems of the other.
It is 23:59 P.M. Greenwich Mean Time, 2016 in Fenspace, 1940 in TL-191. In just one minute both these universes are going to find themselves confronted by some serious culture shock. Our tale will follow the Fen.
Let's watch, shall we? This is going to be entertaining.
Short version of the plot, in case it's too opaque: Those goddamned Alien Space Bats decide to ISOT the United States and Confederate States from Turtledove's TL-191/Southern Victory novels into Fenspace, replacing the USA we all know and love. What happens next? Well, stay tuned True Believers!
More will come as long as this thing continues to latch onto my frontal lobe. --Mal
Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery
FenWiki - Your One-Stop Shop for Fenspace Information
"I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"
So... yeah. This is something I'm writing just to try and exorcise the idea from my head & get back to more productive Fenspace stuff. Comment at will, 'cause this one's going to be a bit strange. --Mal
In Fenspace Alternates, our heroes are taken from their usual setting and put into strange times and places – some that have existed, or might have existed, and others that can't, couldn't or shouldn't exist. This is one of them.
Our tale begins in two universes.
In the universe next door, life is pretty damn swell. The exploration and colonization of the solar system proceeds apace. A few years earlier the locals defeated a group of pirates and criminals that threatened to overturn all they had worked for. Certain elements in the Earthside governments fumed that they were no longer the potential masters of all they surveyed, but for the most part life went on as it always had. The Fen were in the heavens, all's right with the world.
In a universe three blocks over, things weren't quite so swell. Over there, the nations of the world held their breath as the latest round of bloody warfare seemed imminent. Almost every twenty-five years, like clockwork, war had overtaken the world and drenched it in blood. Now, as a genocidal madman rules the Confederate States of America, everybody was on edge, waiting for the next hammer to fall.
This is the state of these two universes as November 18th closes. Normally, this would be the end of it – despite knowing about multiversal travel (to the chagrin of two people in particular, but we'll get to them in a bit) the Fen don't have the ability or really the interest to universe-hopping just yet, and the unlucky denizens of TL-191 don't have the knowledge, much less ability or willingness. However, because the gods are assholes (Some religions would prefer the term “unknowable,” but honestly? They're assholes.), somebody decided to see if one could deal with the problems of the other.
It is 23:59 P.M. Greenwich Mean Time, 2016 in Fenspace, 1940 in TL-191. In just one minute both these universes are going to find themselves confronted by some serious culture shock. Our tale will follow the Fen.
Let's watch, shall we? This is going to be entertaining.
Short version of the plot, in case it's too opaque: Those goddamned Alien Space Bats decide to ISOT the United States and Confederate States from Turtledove's TL-191/Southern Victory novels into Fenspace, replacing the USA we all know and love. What happens next? Well, stay tuned True Believers!
More will come as long as this thing continues to latch onto my frontal lobe. --Mal
Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery
FenWiki - Your One-Stop Shop for Fenspace Information
"I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"