This-turbid realityTHE YEAR IS 6666, the past is gone, beyond our control, and the future is uncertain, not yet within our grasp. But now, everything goes wrong. We have the High Helling Rebirth Hitler, the Neon-Nazis, with a new disease SUPREME AIDS causing a global pandemic, and a period of unspeakable cold-blooded, existential mass executions by wicked demons which aim to bust humanity’s hearts and genitalia apart with THE SHARP DAGGER-butcher knife. His hands were tied together like a cheating alien couple. Now, his body split into two halves, like it was a full-body mitotic cell division into the barren wasteland of the afterlife hell. Gore in every nook and cranny, reminding us of how gruesome our technology and lack of compassion have buried the sanctity of life.
It’s a cycle of endless, unbearable, irresistible wrath of the fury, outraging the eternally depressed and hopeless civilisation with their pathetic spirits stagnating in a pool of lava and ichor. And in such times, people deemed undesirable are brutally slaughtered for zombie flesh, with the most callous mechanisms possible.
All lives are irresistibly meaningless at this point. There is just too much corrosion and idiocracy, with overpowered monarchs destroying all our hopes and dreams into shattered glass and vital fluid, all removed from the anatomy of once, which was the most important, priceless species, now no more than a worthless waste of oxygen and nourishment. All is gone, all is done, all is meaningless. The only meaning is an absence of meaning. Knives everywhere, guns everywhere, natural and human-made disasters occurring everywhere, it is the harsh reality of life. There is no longer any reason to try to survive, when life is completely foodless and jobless, leading to the Great Cynical Clinical Depression, in a time all healthcare facilities were destroyed by arson flamethrower terrorist attacks by the selfish “newal” Neon-Nazis of unwelcome, infelicitous, distasteful women which are then transported into overcrowded reproduction factories filled with ash and screeches, and constant AI monitoring of any thoughts opposing the Neon-Nazi regime leading to an immediate death penalty by a forced public organ harvesting while still conscious and aware, genitals first, then the legs, then the arms, then the heart, and finally the cranium itself.
Here in the wrath of hell, there was a scent vaguely organic and nauseous. She shivers, though the temperature is a hair-burning hot 40 degrees Celsius. She was stripped of all of her clothes and put into a titanium restrainer, pressing very hard against her wounded and sore skin. Each attempted movement sends thousands of thunderbolts of pain signals throughout her body, a constant reminder of the rapes and weapons of mass destruction she had to endure, just to lead to even more torture.
She was a worthless pile of sacrificial tissue, along with many other meritless maids who only exist to please the Neon-Nazis 25 hours a day, 367 days a year (due to the Doomed Earth's slowed rotation speed from the Forbidden Nuclear "Accident"), enduring all the torture and beatings they did to her.
It was all because of the Order in section 9 and building 11 of the Reproduction Factory. Its premise was simple yet powerful: Continuously monitor the slaves’ thoughts and rewire their brains to completely remove any resistance that they have to their daily tasks. It was cold logic, with any abnormalities instantly reported to both the AI executioners and Neon-Nazis’ firing squad.
Hopelia, who was a woman about to give birth, was beaten up with hundreds of methanoic acid injections for having slightly higher- than expected cortisol levels, and she was forced to have her babies genetically modified to be completely obedient to the Neon-Nazis to prevent any complications, when they are taken away to be trained by AI to grow into a young boy serving the regime indefinitely. And thus the hellish horrors continue until the end of humanity.
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