#was the russian a wee bit stilted

[mothmvn]

did not expect this film to positively DELIGHT me with its language diversity within the first 10 minutes

#it's a KO film about a firefly-type post-climate-apoc world and so far 5 separate languages have been spoken 🤩 #starting with a conversation that happened half in korean and half in english #the universal translator conceit is interpreted as everyone speaks whatever and its translated in the comments #was the russian a wee bit stilted? yes but they still made the effort when they had no obligation to! #personal #(space sweepers on netflix)

[sunnyfrenchfry]

TWD Verse for Sunny

When the apocalypse hit and the dead started walking, Vadim “Sunny” Solntsev was unfortunately in Georgia, getting quite drunk in the Steady Rock bar. He didn’t have time to grab a lot when people began to get noticed of first civil unrest, then a rapidly spreading plague, and finally the fact the those who died wee seen walking again. And biting other people. Who then also died and got up once more. All in all, it was far from his best nights. 

Packing what he could, the Russian made sure to stuff as much gas into the Ural, what provision he could grab form the looted stores, and booked it for the mountains, precisely saying The Blood Mountain. Which was ironic considering the circumstances.

Regardless. He lucked out with finding a decently hidden cabin and spend the first few months of the pandemic fortifying it with a fence made out to be as spiky as he could make it, laying the beginning of a vegetable garden out back and scavenging for any resource he could without being eaten. 

It was small, but had two chimneys, one for warming up the living space and a slightly bigger one in the other side to use as a kitchen stove. Partially sunken into the ground, the bones of the structure were good and held fast, keeping it plenty cool in the summer, and at a decent insulation at winter. There was a loft for the bedroom and a little separate bathroom with a tub. 

Clearly when the times were better there was electricity and running water at the place, but Sunny had to retrofit a bit metal tank on stilts that took a while to weld together above the bathroom, allowing gravity to do it’s work. It wasn’t warm water unless the sun was hot, but it was water never the less. And in winter the good ol’ boiler pot cam in handy. 

Living was tough, and lonely as fuck, He made good use of the guitar and the books that were stacked into the shelves, his written English got better, and in some ways so did his cooking.  Free time, little as there is of it what with fixing up the fence, tending to the vegetable growth, hunting, fishing, and making occasional runs into the nearest towns, was spend on perfecting something he has had only theoretical practice with before.

The making of a moonshine still. Or as it was better known to him, a Samogon Apparatus. To his luck, the creek run near enough for the Russian to move his operation there, spending a month or two finding the right pots and copper piping in the towns abandoned by everyone but the undead. And with the find of enough yeast at an old baking store, planting beets for the raw material, and sourcing some local wild honey (much to the irritation of his stung face and arms), The Sunny Still was in production, supplying one (1), Ruski with a lot of high grade near ethanol. Life was drunkerly looking up. Especially considering he could use the raw product to power his generator and the Ural.

#muse canon #TWD verse