When the Devil comes calling ...

To the blathering majority of pre-something writers who would rather invent some dystopian empire in another galaxy and pretend their all-powerful teen-aged heroes and heroines can save everyone:

There has never been a more terrifying month in world history than the one that began sometime early on March 24, 1913.

There
Just
Isn't.

That day, which was officially Easter that year, something peculiar occurred. An El Nino weather pattern concocted a form of evil that can only be described in books.

So why write about some cockeyed amateurish "world building" story that has no impact on anything?

Here are some headlines from the first four days of the week of March 24, 1913:

The tornado that hit Omaha was the beginning of the terror. The storms moved on into Illinois and eventually killed 30 people in Terre Haute, knocking out the telephones to the rest of the world, which had no idea

What

Was

Happening.

Then it began to rain. 

And rain.

And the flooding that resulted killed many, tore out bridges, swamped entire towns, washed away railroads, broke levees and sent nearly a third of America into shock.

If this isn't more interesting than some robotic manufactured creep from the planet Archinoxia, well ... shit! 

If you plan to be a writer, look around. These are real events that only your form of Hell could create. 

In places where they could in 1913, they prayed for salvation.

It didn't come in a can. Loosen up and go to the library. Nobody gives a damn about your video-game fantasy novel. And neither do you.