My name is Mason Baker, I used to live in Australia but now live aboard the Nuclear Submarine Dmitri Donskoi, the former russian navy submarine, now headquarters for Free Radio Earth. I am making these broadcasts to share people's stories during what we now call “The great reclamation war.” I hope these stories can help anyone that is suffering during this time, and give them hope.

Dmitri Donskoi in port, now in service for Free Radio Earth

Alexi Petrov

Former Russian soldier

Introduction:

I find Alexi Petrov in the hospital of the ship, he is currently undergoing physical therapy, as he was affected by radiation during what is now known as the second russian civil war. Currently he is confined to his bed, getting better. He is thirty seven years old.

Russia was already falling apart before all of this, you see. We had a glorified dictator as a leader, a deeply unpopular war going on in Ukraine, most of the world was against us, and on top of that our economy was rubbish. Also, we had already had the Wagner revolt happen, which showed just how weak our government really was. So, naturally, when those fucking creatures came back for what was once theirs, the people became angry.

I was stationed in occupied Luhansk, fighting the Ukranians. That was when the rumors started spreading. Before all of this, I barely knew what a “Dinosaur” was. I knew they had existed once, but did not know much about the individual species and such, just like much of the population, and to me, it was very unimportant before all of this.

Anyway, back to the rumors. We had unconfirmed reports that Russians and Ukrainians along the front lines were being attacked by unknown creatures. There were also rumors that bodies would randomly go missing before they would be buried. Nobody believed any of this, and the few that did all agreed that these rumored creatures did not pose a threat to us.

Now, my first encounter with one of these things. I don’t know the exact date, all I remember is that we were around Svatove. We had a few tents on the ground, and I had just eaten my dinner and I was going to throw my uneaten food away in the garbage. I walked over there, and then I saw something in the dark, just out of sight. It was on four legs. Initially I thought it was a wolf, but something about it’s appearance.

This thing was fucking massive. Almost as tall as a person, and easily over 10 feet long. Then, I knew it wasn't a wolf. I pulled out my mosin, which yes, I was using the mosin nagant, we had nothing else, and the rumors of russian logistics being shit during the war were true. We barely had any food or ammo to go around, and we always had to use outdated weaponry, such as this over 100 year old mosin I had found.

Postosuchus paleoart, made by Mark Witton.

What I didn't expect was how fucking fast this thing moved. It charged at me and I shot it in its left leg. It kept coming at me, and now I could see what this thing really was. It looked like a giant goddamn crocodile had a baby with a horse, and now was trying to fucking kill me. I actually screamed and shot it in the body but it still, somehow kept coming. Then, thank fuck, one of my friends was a BMP gunner. He turned this BMPS turret around and blew this crocodile-horse fuck off the face of the earth.

BMP for context, the one pictured is in Russian service in South Ossetia during the 2008 war in South Ossetia.

I’ve been researching prehistoric life in my freetime, and what I think I encountered was a Postosuchus or something of that nature.

But, that was a week before the main attack by the dinosaurs, and whatever the fuck those light things are. It was around 1:30 PM and I was in a BTR that was moving slowly down a road in a convoy towards the front lines.

BTR-82, this is the kind of BTR Alexi says he was in, although there are different kinds of BTR's, such as the BTR-80, and BTR-60.

Suddenly I hear gunfire, and people screaming that there was something in the sky. The BTR I was in suddenly opened fire at whatever it was, and then suddenly there was a blinding blue light. I felt a burning sensation, and when my sight came back, I realized the BTR was cut in fucking half, down the side. I was miraculously not hit by whatever did this, but my comrades weren't so fortunate. I looked to the sky, and saw what had hit us.

There was a large blue light circling above us. We were shooting up at it to not much effect. We initially thought this was a weapon that was supplied to the Ukranians by some NATO member, like the USA, or Britain, or France. I don’t remember much after looking up into the sky. I think some of our convoy retreated and I went with them, and we returned to base. The next few days were a blur. What I do know, is that both our lines, and the Ukranians lines started rapidly collapsing. Soon, we were ordered to withdraw from Ukraine all together.

I went to my home city, Moscow. But I wasn't free from the chaos yet. Moscow was in all out urban warfare when I arrived. It wasn't just against the dinosaurs, though. There were many protesters who had turned into insurgents that were starting chaos. The civilians had enough of our economy, our oppressive government, and the constant wars that broke out under it.

I heard that at first, it was just normal protests, but the government had silenced those protests by bringing out tanks, and massacring civilians. That’s when I realized what I should do. I switched sides, I joined the protesters. So did many of the soldiers I came with. Much of this was a blur as well, I remember a few things. One of those things was that I was perched atop an apartment building, looking down at two T-80 tanks. These T-80’s were fighting a pack of, no, I'm not kidding, Dryosaurs. These Dryosaurs couldnt take down these T-80s, but they were breaking the ERA bricks attached to the tanks, and messing with these two tank tracks.

T-80BV's, the kind Alexi is talking about. There are other variations of this tank, just like the BTR. The ones pictured are in Ukranian service, captured by the Ukranians, and put into service inside the 83rd tank brigade.

Dryosaurus, the one pictured is from the video game Prehistoric Kingdom.

The protesters had developed a cheap, but efficient enough new weapon. We called it the “Barrel rocket.” Some protesters who had worked for Russian oil companies had stolen a ton of oil barrels, and gave them to us. We put them to great use. We had stolen fireworks which we attached to these oil barrels. If you activated all the fireworks at once, the barrel would accelerate forward at blinding speeds and if you aimed it right, would crash into whatever you were aiming at and create a giant explosion when the fireworks went off.

I had one of these barrel rockets, aimed it at one of these tanks, and completely destroyed it, along with the other tank next to it.

Our campaign of urban warfare was very successful. We managed to force Putin and the rest of his government to flee moscow. This success would be short-lived.

Putin did not have any control left over most of his country, but he did still have control over a few nuclear missile silos. I guess he figured that if he was going down, he was going to take everyone down with him. The claims that these nukes were only aimed at siberia to take infested parts of the country out are false. They were aimed at the protesters who had taken over the cities. Most Russian cities were nuked. I was lucky. I was on the outskirts of Moscow when it happened, so I wasn't immediately vaporized when it went off. I watched the mushroom cloud rise over the ruins of the city, and heard the screams of citizens who were poisoned by the fallout. I was also poisoned, though not much. I figure it will cut off my lifespan by a few decades, but at least I'm still here.

Russian nukes being detonated. It's unknown how many died, or will die as a result of the fallout and the blasts themselves.

I somehow made my way to the port of Murmansk. I figured that I might be able to escape via the sea. Unlike most cities in Russia, Murmansk was not hit by any missile. There, I found the Dmitri Donski moored in the harbor. The sub had been taken over by the protesters, and was turned into a refugee ship and Headquarters of Free Radio Earth. I was admitted to the hospital aboard the ship.

The ship left Murmansk a day later, so I was lucky to get there as soon as I did. That’s my story, I guess.