soooooo good this need to be a series 100/10
1 Like
I hate to sound like I’m rushing you, but do you by any chance have a progress update on The Midsummer Accident?
(as said, sorry if I sound like I’m rushing you)
1 Like
Hello @Loyalty44rogue .
I see that you are curious about how the story continues. At the moment it consists only of snippets of text. It was written as a sidekick while I was writing Helldiver Diary. While writing it I got the idea, how could the whole catastrophe have started. The snippet above is just a scene from the story.
When I write a story, I have a few key scenes in between that I work towards. At the moment I’m working on two more stories about Generation Zero.
One is Helldivers “Aftermath”. It takes place seven years after the events of Helldivers Diary. It has something to do with FNIX Rising.
Another story that takes place twenty years after FNIX Rising is completely different. It takes place partly on Östertörn and partly in Ukraine. It is called the “Wolves of Skarpö”. When I started to write this story, it was about spring 2021, I had not the slightest idea that reality would overtake.
The “Midsummer accident” is running parallel and your post encouraged me to keep writing. So stay tuned, I will start a new topic very soon. But it will be my own imagination how the disaster happened. So be curious.
3 Likes
Thanks man, I’ll keep an eye out for it!
still pretty hyped for the FNIX Rising sequel
1 Like
For all they want more to immerse in the Story of GZ and especially in Helldivers Diary. Here my imagination of the Protagonists of “Helldivers Diary”.
The pictures are Generatet by the AI of Microsoft Bing Image Creator .
1 Like
very nice Tho I did imagen Amelie to have longer hair and Ulf to look more rugged.
but I think your missing one.
1 Like
RIP Thort 
Mans was truly a chad
1 Like
Next to it, a young, blonde woman rose up from the floor. She wore a colorful summer dress and had fashionable sandals on her feet. Her blonde hair was short and cut according to the latest fashion. She had a very pretty face and big, fearful eyes. She cried as tears rolled down her cheeks. “I’m scared,” she said.
Here a picture to the scene. It is AI generated by Copilot
The young woman sat in the corner and said no sound. She looked at me badly from her big dark eyes.
“I was just hanging around on Ibboholmen and struggling with the robots. Luckily, I found some weapons.”
another scene from the story. It is the first time they met in the house in Salthamn
The scene is generated by AI copilot
I put the pump aside.
“I am also looking for my parents. My last information was that they should go to the Salthamm bunker. I want to go there too, so if you want, we can go there together. We may have to clear our way
‘But I don’t want to. I’m scared.’
“Mademoiselle you can also stay here if you want. I get it on my own, but together we are stronger.”
“Amelie, I’d like to talk to you,” I shouted after her. She stopped and turned to me
“What!” she hissed at me.
“What else do you want to talk to me about? Haven’t you trampled on me enough already?”
“Amelie, I wanted to apologize to you, it was a little too much what I threw at you, I’m sorry,” I said
“You’re sorry!” she yelled at me and took one step towards me
“You’re sorry,” you just accused me of saying that, and now you come with your I’m sorry. Every time a mission goes wrong, it’s me and I’m the one you’re stomping on."
She kept coming towards me, screaming in a high-pitched voice
"Have you given any thought to how I’m feeling “No, something goes wrong and you walk all over me. Have you ever stopped to ask yourself if I’m not afraid?”
she screamed at me in a high-pitched voice.
"Don’t you see, you ice block, that I’m afraid when I have to pick up one of those horrible weapons? I get scared every time I go out there with you guys. And then that huge robot just now, those deadly machines. I’M SCARED!! LISTEN TO ME I’M SCARED!! “I’M SCARED!”
she screamed as loud as she could in a shrill voice. I let this ranting tirade come down on me.
There stood before me this dainty bundle of howling misery. I had simply put too much on this tender person and had not noticed it and on the contrary I had continued to beat her. I felt sorry for her as she stood there in front of me, leaning forward, her hands in front of her face and sobbing heartbreakingly. I wanted to comfort her and took her in my arms. She put up with it. Then I stroked her back and her hair and weighed her slightly.
"I’m sorry, Amelie. I beg your forgiveness. It wasn "t right what I did.
She sobbed in my arms for a while, then she sniffed a little more and put her face against my chest. Then she looked at me with teary eyes
“can you hold me just a little longer, that feels so good?”
These pictures are related to the scenes as i imagined it while writing.
"Adieu Thort mon ami, faire du bien (french goodbye Thort, my friend, do it well)
“Adieu sobbed she.”
She knelt down and stroked Thort’s cheek
Adieu mon amie (Franz goodbye my friend).
I helped Amelie up, then I covered the brushwood over Thort until a big pile lay on him and he could no longer be seen. Then I took a bunch of brushwood and poured it with gasoline. I poured the rest over the brushwood heap that lay over Thort.
I jumped into the water. It reached me up to the thighs and was freezing cold. Amelie gave me the torch. I threw it in the middle of the boat and pushed it vigorously so that it could drift out to the open sea. The brushwood heap immediately caught fire and burned brightly. I got out of the water.
Then Amelie and I stood on the jetty in the light of the rising sun. The boat burned to its full extent and continued to drift. I had put my arm around her shoulders. She leaned her head against my shoulder and cried holdless. As she sobbed, I asked her if we could go. She asked where. I told her we would best go back to the Minken Bunker and stay there for a few days to recover.
Amelie picked berries at the edge of the forest. She knew about mushrooms and picked champions and chanterelles. While she was picking, I watched and peered out with binoculars. I scanned the area with x-rays and infrared. We found a homestead nearby. There were chickens running around the grounds, apparently feeding themselves. Amelie went out to look for eggs and found some. She carefully placed them in her combat bag. In the bunker, she made a delicious mushroom omelet. She made a delicious tart from the berries she brought with her. I licked all ten fingers for it. It didn’t seem fitting for a spoiled brat of a rich family. She was very domesticated, especially when it came to cooking little goodies.
Amelie came to my table and asked me in French if she could clear the tablet. I turned my face away and said “yes” in French. Then I took my Walkman out of the inside pocket of my motorcycle jacket, took off my cap when she turned her back on me and then I got up.
I quickly arranged my hair, turned on the Walkman, she went a little slower and then I said to her in Swedish
"Amelie, skulle du dansa med mig? " (Swedish: “Amelie, would you dance with me?”)
She stopped as if she had run against an invisible wall. She slowly turned to me. Her eyes widened, her chin lowered, and a long sigh escaped her.
…
“Amelie, do you recognize me?”
“ULF!” she cried, reaching to her mouth with both hands, and then reaching out to me trembling.
I spread my arms and pulled her on me.
“I missed you so much, Amelie, I love you.”
“Ulf, Ulf that you’re really here. I missed you so much. Ulf I love you Ulf,”
she said with a trembling voice, close to tears. She clung tightly to me, then she looked at me again and said
“Finally kiss me, how long should I wait and she laughed at me with wet eyes.”
Amelie laughed so happily when she gave me the yes word in the church of Ibboholmen. In the church where I had prayed with sheer despair. King Charles Gustav and Queen Silvia of Sweden were also present. Queen Silvia gave a very beautiful and emotional address to us.
Is this not a nice couple Ulf and Amelie on Iboholmen at their weddings day.
The awarding of the Northern Star Order was admittedly madness. In a very solemn ceremony we were individually asked to the royal couple and were presented with the Order. We men wore it on a bow, the women were presented with it on a sash. Amelie looked like a princess. Geraldine had struggled. My parents both looked wonderful. My mother was proud and dressed in a beautiful robe that Amelie had tailored for her.
[/quote]
1 Like