Tis the year 3054 and a cyborg Hillary Clinton, kept alive by vital fluids and machinery, is running for office again.
Hillary stands on the debate stage with Basil from Omori gaming, only to be laughed and jeered at for the 224th year in a row.
She will soon lose to America’s first femboy president.
A new age has begun.
Odd enough, she fucked over Bernie Sanders in the primary to get where she Is. History really does repeat itself.
A.I Bernie Sanders:
“I am once again asking for you to feed data sets into my machine learning algorithm.”
Bernie laid his eyes upon the total student loan debt of his entire nation: 2 dollars and 95 cents.
It was a record breaking high number assembled from the debts of every student in America.
As it turns out, inflation hits America so hard that a single zimbabwe dollars is now worth around ten nonillion American dollars.
“We need to raise taxes on the trillionaires and quadrillionaires.”
But right as he finished, a dark but very white and frankly racist creature began to emerge from the depths of Facebook’s Metaverse.
It was a dark and orange god of purity, born from the husk of a man who just wanted to bang his daughter.
“Not if I had anything to say about it, and I do!”
It’s voice cracked like lightning and his lips spread like my asshole after tacobell.
“I’m gonna say the n-word!”
Hearing this travesty, Bernie was appalled and so he shits himself in disgust.
“No! You can’t say the n-word, that’s racist!”
But the beast with seven dongs and two balls did not oblige; instead, it howl in return, tickling its nipples and arching its back as it rumbles the gates of heaven with its voice:
And just like that…
Every single black person in a 50 light year radius was simultaniously destroyed.
That’s right, bitch! God is black and he’s fucking dead.
“Oh my God! Morgan Freeman! Are you okay?!”
Hero from Omori gaming cried out as God turns to dust from the fiery light of the great cleansing.
“I-I can’t feel my balls, Hero…”
Morgan Freeman cried.
“Trump! You fucking faggot! You stole my balls!”
Meanwhile, Joe Biden molests girls at the playground next to the Bill Clinton memorial.
As he prepares to steal them retarded kids from their parents, a loud explosion blasts his ass straight to the xingjiang concentration camp in Disneyland.
It was Sunny… And Kel too!
They’ve both arrived just in time to drop kick dead children for absolutely no fucking rhyme or reason.
But before they could fortnite dance on an orphanage roof, the human embodiment of mental illness shows up.
“Oh my god, it’s Basil from Omori Gaming!” Snape ejaculated.
“Did you ever hear the tragedy of Dolphinfucker69?”
Basil simultaniously teleports himself onto the roof and shoves his fingers up their asses.
“I thought not, it’s an Epsteinian legend… Dolphinfucker69 was a degenerate so powerful and so based he could even seduce the nautical mammals into… Falling in love.”
Basil continues to massage Kel and Sunny’s collective prostate.
“He could actually seduce dolphins?”
Basil nodded at the thought of Kel’s quizzical questioning as he twists his two fingers, prying a pleasurable moan from him.
“Twitter, Madghosts and Discord are all pathways to many abilities some consider to be… Unnatural…”
Kel moans right as he finishes.
“B-Basil, I-I can’t, y-you’re being too rough.”
Sunny has his body shake in immersurable pleaseure while his face is dyed in red like his sister’s corpse after she fell down the stairs.
“He became so zoophilic the only thing he was afraid of was being perma banned, which eventually, of course, he was…”
Kel then trembles as his eyes shoots upwards:
“Ah! Basil! Please! I’m cumming!”
Sunny too, was touched deeply, figuratively and literally; he moaned, his thighs clapped tightly together as his entire body shivers and succumbs to his sissy instinct.
“Unfortunately, he told the mods everything he knew, then the admins banned him in his sleep. Ironic. He could guide dolphins into commiting election fraud, but not himself.”
Sunny and Kel, they nutted and jizzed and cried and came.
It was a white christmas in the middle of fucking June in Arizona.
Kel and Sunny collapses onto the ground with their hips still shaking and with their faces shamelessly flowing with tears.
Basil then approaches them at their weakest, sprouting a gentle lull to coax them into doing his bidding:
“Kel… Sunny… I need you two to do something for me.”
Feeling the heaviness of their steamy breath, Basil lightly stroke their faces before caressing their chests, causing Kel to exclaim in a shakey tone:
Basil’s lips cracked like shattered glass as he smiles:
“I need you to pull a 9/11 on the IRS.”
Kel’s iris widens with puppy-like gazes as he retorts:
“But how? I don’t have the strength, I’m not smart enough.”
Kel is then kissed on the cheek as an answer graced him:
“Kel, have you forgoten already? I’m the 226th president of the United States. I have access to technologies, cognitive enhancers and anabolic steroids the likes of which no humans nor aliens could ever imagine…”
Hearing this, Kel submissively obliged with Basil’s command.
“Basil… I need you to strap a shotgun to my dick.”
Hearing this, Basil nodded… And all is done.
Meanwhile, on the princedom of Saudi Arabia:
A bolt of thunder and lightning came, splitting the clouds apart as a whirl formed on the outskirt of heaven, generating torrents of waves and maelstroms ready to breakdown the seal of concrete arrays that lined the foundation of skyscapers.
Hero then emerges from the storm, still carrying the corpse of Morgan Freeman as he struck his heel into the sand repetitively.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The ground started shaking, dusts are kicked upwards as a monolithic worm emerges from the dunes.
Hero then gently place Morgan Freeman down to face the incomprehensibly large monster that is seemingly swiming through the sand.
At last, its mouth is revealed.
Appalled is the devil as he looked upon god’s creation.
Hero called out to the mighty beast in despair.
“I’ve come to you today to offer you the corpse of god himself! Devour his flesh! Strip the muscle from his bones and ascend! In return, I humbly request for your aid in the destruction of ISIS!”
Shai-Hulud roared in respond, stretching its head upon the pearly gates as it sings a petrifying hymn that rumbles the entirety of the tectonic plates.
Hero floats up and let the worm have its belly filled with the blood and marrow of god.
Meanwhile, in an ISIS military camp in Iraq, Aubrey from Omori gaming is giving a speech upon a pedestal made from the bones of US journalists:
“As the newly-democratically-elected CEO of ISIS, I promise you a triumvirate of things!
First! We will exterminate Israel on our path to establish the universal caliphate!
Second! We will wipe out the gays along with every twitter and madghosts users on the planet!
Third! We will destroy women’s rights and establish an absolute patriarchy as Allah intended!”
She is met with uproaring applause.
A man in the crowd, whose name is Al-Based, started to cry as his face dorns a most wholesome of smirks:
“I can’t believe that a woman could ever be this based and red pilled, Aubrey from Omori gaming… She truly is the most misogynistic woman in the world.”
But then, the ground shook with vibration as a voice began to speak:
“Not if I have anything to say about it, and I do!”
Out of the crumbling wall, Hero emerges along with Shai-Hulud.
Aubrey fell back.
“I won’t let you continue your charade any further!”
Hero spoke as a sandstorm is brewing from behind him.
“Fuck off! I will perform jihad in accordance with Allah’s wishes!”
Aubrey’s steadfast resolve brought her back on her feet.
“Allah is dead, Aubrey! Trump killed him!” Said Hero as the sand started to blind them all.
Aubrey’s fury manifests in her voice as she answers:
“It’s true! I saw it with my own eyes! Trump called Allah the n-word and dismantled him down to a molecular level!”
Hero’s futile efforts only serves to piss off Aubrey even further.
“FUCK OFF WITH YOUR ZIONIST PROPAGANDA!!!”
Aubrey emptied her lungs with everything she’s got as the other members started opening fire on the beast.
“I’m hispanic! Not jewish!”
Hero clarify his racial heritage before he flees.
As the sandstorm dissipates, Aubrey’s left in a state of disarray.
Flooded with sand, from the confines of the dwelling place, a member emerges to Aubrey’s side, looking worried as he questioned:
“I told you, our defenses would fail.”
Aubrey grinds her teeth as she stares into the distant with palm deeply whisked in sand:
“Yes, yes you did…”
Her fist crumbles together, spreading dusts into the wind as wrath lightly shakes her entire body.
“My lord, now that the element of surprise is destroyed, how will you retrieve your great prize?”
“The key to Israel’s fall has been found, Angel, and we will stop at nothing to posess it…”
“Ready the armada, we will use the old ways.”
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