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Sun Spots, v. 5, issue 1, whole no. 17, April 1941
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April, 1941. SUN SPOTS Page 6 WEAPON NEEDED Plot: R.K. Johnson Writing: J.E. Davis What has happened: "Captain Von Kitzel and Professor Frederik Schuznic have been ordered by Adolf Hitler to the space ship, "Dusseldorf", invented by Otto Kipler, and go to the moon in search of some weapon mighty enough to defeat Great Britain, which is just about ready to strike the death blow at Germany. It is the year 1942. Heinrick Rueckert, first mate, is telling the story. After they land on the moon, Rueckert is sent down into the lunar caverns with a small searching party of four men. They are attacked by a mass of reptiles, and become lost in one of the caverns. Schaffer, one of the men in the party is killed, and Ruekert has just fallen to the ground and snakes are crawling over him, ******** As I fell onto the slimmy mass of snakes beneath me, I quickly grasped for my pistol, but couldn't shoot for fear of hitting my fellow crew members. Better though, I used the gun as a club, and smashed the first of the reptiles to climb on my body. Swiftly I regained my lost footing, and joining my excited friends, we hurried down the nearest of the four branches of the tunnel. We were lost; I knew that, but anything was better than staying there and dying like Schaffer. Hurrying along, we soon left the snakes behind, as they seemed reluctant to follow. Evidentally they returned to the holes by the thousands---but enough of all this. I will not bore the readers of this with the details of the next eight days, which were no more than a living death for us all. Not once during that time did we see any trace of human life, or any intelligent individuals.Once or twice we ran into some weird-looking alian Lunarite; which for the most part are beyond description. Luckily we had food enough to get along on, but as the ninth day drew nigh, we realized that we couldn't go groping blindly on much longer. Our electric lanterns were growing dim, and our supply of extra batteries was ebbing fast. We began feeling more and more depressed, and stopped more regularly for brief resting spells. About three hours befor our lanterns would have given out for the last time, we saw a light coming from a far off down the tunnel we were in. Our tired aching muscles were renewed with vigor, and we practically ran to find whether we had found our long sought opening to the surface. And indeed we had. We soon found that in all our nine days wandering in which we covered many many miles, we had not staryed more than three miles from our original entry into the maze of caverns. Back aboard the ship, we reported our lack of success, and the tragic death of Schaffer to Von Kitzel. The latter, though more disappointed than the rest of us, tried to force a smile and say its all in a days work. It was a solemn group of men that made the ship ready for the return voyage to Earth. The very thought of leaving Schaffer's body in that snake-filled cavern, lowered our spirits still further. March 28, 1942. Our trip is quickly drawing to an end. In another day we will
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April, 1941. SUN SPOTS Page 6 WEAPON NEEDED Plot: R.K. Johnson Writing: J.E. Davis What has happened: "Captain Von Kitzel and Professor Frederik Schuznic have been ordered by Adolf Hitler to the space ship, "Dusseldorf", invented by Otto Kipler, and go to the moon in search of some weapon mighty enough to defeat Great Britain, which is just about ready to strike the death blow at Germany. It is the year 1942. Heinrick Rueckert, first mate, is telling the story. After they land on the moon, Rueckert is sent down into the lunar caverns with a small searching party of four men. They are attacked by a mass of reptiles, and become lost in one of the caverns. Schaffer, one of the men in the party is killed, and Ruekert has just fallen to the ground and snakes are crawling over him, ******** As I fell onto the slimmy mass of snakes beneath me, I quickly grasped for my pistol, but couldn't shoot for fear of hitting my fellow crew members. Better though, I used the gun as a club, and smashed the first of the reptiles to climb on my body. Swiftly I regained my lost footing, and joining my excited friends, we hurried down the nearest of the four branches of the tunnel. We were lost; I knew that, but anything was better than staying there and dying like Schaffer. Hurrying along, we soon left the snakes behind, as they seemed reluctant to follow. Evidentally they returned to the holes by the thousands---but enough of all this. I will not bore the readers of this with the details of the next eight days, which were no more than a living death for us all. Not once during that time did we see any trace of human life, or any intelligent individuals.Once or twice we ran into some weird-looking alian Lunarite; which for the most part are beyond description. Luckily we had food enough to get along on, but as the ninth day drew nigh, we realized that we couldn't go groping blindly on much longer. Our electric lanterns were growing dim, and our supply of extra batteries was ebbing fast. We began feeling more and more depressed, and stopped more regularly for brief resting spells. About three hours befor our lanterns would have given out for the last time, we saw a light coming from a far off down the tunnel we were in. Our tired aching muscles were renewed with vigor, and we practically ran to find whether we had found our long sought opening to the surface. And indeed we had. We soon found that in all our nine days wandering in which we covered many many miles, we had not staryed more than three miles from our original entry into the maze of caverns. Back aboard the ship, we reported our lack of success, and the tragic death of Schaffer to Von Kitzel. The latter, though more disappointed than the rest of us, tried to force a smile and say its all in a days work. It was a solemn group of men that made the ship ready for the return voyage to Earth. The very thought of leaving Schaffer's body in that snake-filled cavern, lowered our spirits still further. March 28, 1942. Our trip is quickly drawing to an end. In another day we will
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