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Journals: Book 1, Entry 19 “Deluge” Quatrain 64, Century 8. "The slayer flees to the shadow of Olympus / Where a mother' s tears wash away ties to Rome / Fear extracts vain sacrifice / Until the raging pyre of the deluge is quenched" The Olympus that Nostradamus foresaw was Olympia, Washington, where convicted mass murderer Glenn Harris had escaped from police custody three weeks earlier. I pegged Harris as the "slayer" from the quatrain, and figured "the shadow" of Olympia laid just to the east... in a small lumber town called Athlone. That's where I hoped a mass murderer would lead me to aliens. It rained incessantly in Athlone and I was soaked to the bone right away. I posed as a bounty hunter looking for Harris’ reward. The sheriff denied knowing anything about the killer. When I told the sheriff I’d ask around town, he firmly explained that I wasn’t welcome. The local bar wasn’t much help either. Tough crowd with cold shoulders. The barmaid, Glynis, was the only friendly face in the bunch, but that didn’t stop the rest of the hard-drinking mill-workers to make it clear they wanted me out of town, too. Everyone’s denials told me one thing for certain – Harris had been here, and they didn’t want me to know. Finally one of the locals, a guy named Fergus, approached and tried to steer me away with some bogus information. When I pressed him, he told me I’d find Harris in the woods. In a clearing of the trees, I came across strange sculptures and carvings, like something from an ancient cult. I also found Harris – or what was left of him. Sitting in a pile of burnt wood and ash, I discovered a human skull. If it was Harris, looked like he’d been burnt alive. A conversation with Eddie suggested Druid sacrifice… and Harris was a human offering made to appease the gods. Most of the men in town worked in the lumber mill. I made it my next stop. I searched the mill, but was attacked by men in animal masks. Later that night, I followed some of the townspeople into the woods. It was a secret meeting in full Druid regalia. I watched from behind a tree as they chose a new sacrifice to appease the gods – Glynis. They were trying to stop the rain. The quatrain made sense. I found out the rain hadn’t stopped for two years. It had driven these people to their ancestors’ ancient religion and human sacrifice, turning on each other to stop the rain. Eddie discovered that the rain over Athlone wasn’t on a single meteorological chart of the National Weather Service, either. We were looking at a deluge – handiwork of the Gua. There was an alien seeding the clouds over this logging town, and I had a strong hunch who it was. It was time for a new sacrificial offering – Cade Foster style. “Deluge” Writer: Joseph Inglese Director: Randy Cheveldave Executive Producers: Francis Ford Coppola, Larry Sugar Created by: Chris Brancato Guest Stars: Zachary Ansley, Coco Yares, Rick Burgess. |
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