Post-War Delicacy: The Life Experience

A “Life Experience” is a dish that isn’t cooked. It is crafted. It requires a lot of foraging and scavenging in order to make. Only the most diehard survivors can even attempt to gather the ingredients.

The following ingredients create a single serving. It is not recommended to do more than one at a time. Do not deviate from the recipe, you will not get another chance.

-1 plank of wood salvaged from a saltwater Sunken Ship
-60 grape leaves, each plucked from a different vine
-1 Rosa Bianca Eggplant harvested at midnight on a blue moon
-2 cups of uncooked jasmine rice
-1/2 cup fresh mint leaves
-2 quarts of safflower oil, collected from a rainbow of flowers
-1 teaspoon of bamboo salt
-2 quarts of chicken broth made from a chicken slaughtered during a loving embrace
-1 Vidalia onion
-1/2 cup of dill, grown in home soil
-1 cup of lemon juice made of lemons fertilized with bone dust

-Cast-iron pot seasoned with herbs collected from battlefields
-Knife that has experienced the struggle of survival. One that has saved a life and taken a life.
-Femur or other long bone of a dear friend or despised enemy shaped into a spoon, carved to expose the marrow

  1. In a large saucepan over medium-high heat, sauté the rice, onion, dill, and mint for about 5 minutes, or until onion is soft. Pour in 1 quart of broth, reduce heat to low and simmer for another 10 to 15 minutes, or until rice is almost cooked. Stir in 1/2 of lemon juice and remove from heat.
  2. Take one leaf, shiny side down, and place 1 teaspoon of the rice mixture at the bottom (stem) end of the leaf. Fold both sides of the leaf towards the center, roll up from the broad bottom to the top, and place into a 4-quart pot. Repeat with all leaves, leaving no gaps as leaves are placed in pot (to prevent from opening while cooking). Sprinkle with remaining lemon juice and with olive oil.
  3. Pour chicken broth over all to cover grape leaves. Cover pot and simmer for about 1 hour (do not boil, because this will make the stuffing burst out of the leaves).
  4. Serve over a smoothed salvaged-wood plate. Contemplate over the generations that came before you and the experiences that shaped the flavors that you are about to enjoy. Good luck.


Message #1

“Hello? Are there any other survivors? Can you read me?…”

“I don’t know if these messages are getting through, but I want to believe there is someone listening, someone on the other side.”

“I will be recording these, my thoughts, my…I don’t know, maybe I just need to do this to stay sane. It all started a few days ago…”

-My week began like any other first week. Meeting classmates, teammates, professors, and reuniting with old friends. It was also the first week after the end of my hiatus. See, along with being a student, I am a storyteller. I had taken some time off in December and was unable to return due to power outages and other inconveniences. But then the semester started and I was granted access to my GIS programs and a regular schedule….—–

I was focused on continuing a year-old GURPS campaign with my friends, on ending my hiatus and hitting the ground running. After getting a better idea of what DS106 entailed, it seemed like the perfect fit. It fell in line with my interests and gave me another creative outlet. One without the need for dice…—–

—Out of all the possible world-ending scenarios, my favorite was one of a lovecraftian nature. The entire concept of cosmic horror and the implications of beings beyond out imagination existing and traveling through space and time offers limitless possibilities. And it also opens many fantastic doors. Science can be weirded and wielded, the laws of physics can be rewritten, mathemagical formulas and textbooks can become spellbooks. Any lovecraftian story that gives an inkling of hope for man tells of factions like Miskatonic University, the Mafia, the U.S. Military, paramilitary operators such as the Delta Green, and of people who decided to not join the ranks of the damned and fought for their survival…—–

When time, space, and the dimensions become fractured, we will no longer be limited. In this apocalyptic world where ignorance and madness go hand in hand, the power of imagination and human ingenuity can be as useful as any tool…—–

“I do not fully understand quite yet, but it seems that witnessing that event changed you. Something inside you, something you don’t quite comprehend, understood what was happening.”


“Colors became more vibrant. The air became more crisp. The sea teemed with a living calm, waving with its hypnotic allure. Every single speck of dirt seemed to have a purpose to its existence, a destiny and destination. It was as though Nothing had happened, Nothing had changed, and no time had passed. It was as though Nothing was real.”


“The world is no longer black and white. We have to redraw the lines between make believe and real life.”


“I’m sorry for waxing poetics, but nothing is as real as it was a week ago. I’m doing my best to try and make things as clear as they can be given the circumstances.”


“Hello? Anyone there? Tell me if you can hear—”


-End of recording-