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Dieselpunk is the recently-coined name for a subgenre that has existed for decades. Named for the engine that gave us the modern automobile, airplane, navy and war vehicle, dieselpunk represents the aesthetic of the two World Wars, the interbellum period and the immediate post-war period. Dieselpunk combines the artistic and literary influences of the early 20th century (including pulp magazines, Art Deco, serial films, film noir, radio dramas, wartime pin-ups and contemporary art) with postmodern technology and sensibilities. Where steampunk ends, dieselpunk begins!
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- Raygun Gothic / Fallout / 1950s sci-fi / "atompunk" isn't really dieselpunk, but it is related. Art of this style will be accepted and sorted into its own folder.
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Captain Sphinx The Witch of the Carpathians 5 of 5 At least a day had passed since the night of the rescue. The gypsies had rewarded the misfits with much needed food and Sphinx had fulfilled his promise by giving Tomas a proper burial. However, one problem remained, they were still in the middle of nowhere with no idea what their next move was.
Sphinx was talking, “We’ll try the village again. Maybe now they’ll be a bit more helpful since we saved some of their people. We’ll see what parts they’re missing for the radio and then swap them out. Maybe we can contact another cargo zeppelin and get some supplies dropped off.”
Webster shook his head, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, those chaps are all bad form.”
Tex spoke then, “Got to agree. I don’t suppose our friends in the gypsy camp can help us?”
Sphinx shrugged “Worth a try, I guess, and they at least seem to acknowledge our help getting their people back. Bottomline is we can’t do anyth
Captain Sphinx and The Witch of the Carpathians 4Sphinx drew his automatic and headed for the tunnel, which he guessed used to be the dungeon. As he descended a stunned guard came into view that was ascending the stairs, Sphinx put two rounds center mass and kept going.
After he made it to the bottom of the stairs, Sphinx saw that most of the dungeon cell bars had rusted off and could no longer keep prisoners in. That explained the cages he’d seen earlier.
He did find one cell was still serviceable enough to keep someone in and it contained a very familiar prisoner. Nadia sat with her face buried in her knees.
“Nadia!” Sphinx called shaking her out of her stupor.
Nadia looked up and recognized him, “Sphinx! What are you doing here?”
Sphinx noted she had a small cut on her forehead.
“What does it look like? This is a rescue mission. I’m getting you out of here.”
He turned his attention to the lock which was just a padlock and a chain. The original cell lock had been rendered useless due
Captain Sphinx and the Witch of the Carpathians 3Disturbingly the gunshots soon abated and they knew the fight hadn’t lasted long. The silence remained as Sphinx and Webster came to the edge of the woods. The first thing Sphinx saw were bodies, there were three he could make out, one clad in a flying jacket.
Tomas lay face down on the ground his hand still clutching the pistol, a few spent cartridges showed he went down fighting. The other two were strangers clad in matching dark brown trench coats and fur hats. Both men had Mosin-Nagant rifles.
“Tex? Hector? Nadia,” Sphinx called: no answer.
They came across three more men clad in the trench coats, also dead.
“Sphinx, Webster,” a familiar voice shouted.
Sphinx looked up to see Tex, he was in the farmhouse pointing his large Colt Single Action through a window that he’d smashed open.
Sphinx and Webster ran to him.
“What happened,” Sphinx asked as they drew nearer.
They made out Hector, who was crouching by the door.
Tex answered them as
Captain Sphinx and the Witch of the Carpathians 2She was a striking girl, still young and probably well into her teens. Her clothing looked as if she belonged to a Roma tribe, as she was dressed in the traditional fashion. However, the oddest thing about her was her hair, white as snow. She was rather petite and her figure was that of a dancer.
Her face had dark determination in it, but Sphinx could see fear in her eyes as she saw the gun. Sphinx glanced to his left, seeing a heavy looking pot on the floor, he assumed it was what he had been hit with.
“Next time, aim a bit higher,” Sphinx growled.
She didn’t say anything, just stared at him.
Sphinx sighed, she probably thought they were burglars.
“It’s okay we’re not here to hurt you,” Sphinx assured her, changing his tone. To emphasise his point, he set the gun down. He realized she probably didn’t speak English.
“Uh, Sprichst du Deutsch,” he asked.
“Ja, but I speak English too,” she finally spoke, her