YZZAJ @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

Pipe Organ of The Antis: A number of antis hooked up to a special pipe organ, the keys are attached to special pain causing instruments, when the antis feel pain they can't help but scream. Every year the whole country gathers round The Pipe Organ of The Antis to celebrate. The antis of course have to be swapped out quite often when they die or go catatonic, but it's not about practicality, it's about tradition.

On a happy day, in a happy town, we find a happy family, not unlike any of the other famies on the block, or in the country, now that The People have rebelled and taken back their sovereignty. A mother who could be the spitting image of Martha Stewart calls out the window, "Boys! Dinners ready!"

"Oh boy, dinner! Let's go!" the oldest boy said as he rushed inside with his brothers. "Honey! Dinner!" the Mom shouted up the stairs to her husband, who answered with a cheerful "Ok!" and an immediate sound of food steps as he happily came down the stairs. "Ohhhh do I smell what I think I smell?" said the father in a friendly excited tone, "Sure is, dear!" Said the mom. "Yeeeaaaaa!!!!" said the boys. "Calm down now dears, if you want to get your favorite!" said their mother. The boys quickly giggled and hushed down. The mother uncovered the cooked meat that had been resting on the counter, it was a large piece, about the size of a big pumpkin. "Roast anti!!!" the boys shouted while grinning, ever since The People of The Liberation arose all Freedom Violators have been penned up in cattle grounds to be used as meat, their stupid fat soyjack faces soygaping the whole time and yelling about "pedophiles". "Mmmm mmm, looks delicious babe!" said the father. "Ok kids let's say our prayers before we eat, mind if I leas tonight?" "Of course dad! I like when you pray!" said be youngest brother. So the father lowered his head, and folded his hands, and said, "We thank you, Satan, for all that you have given us in our unending and tireless battle against the forces of evil. When we were low, you rose us up, when we were afraid you gave us courage, thankyou Satan for all you have done for us, and for protecting this family from wickedness. Amen." "AMEN!" said the boys loudly will broad, joyful smiles. The family ate well that night, and at the end of the meal they took the antis fat bearded face which had been resting on the counter, and gave it to the dog as a treat.

Hacking the self proclaimed "pred hunter" apart with an ax, while his little friends watch. First cutting of his filthy little legs, and then splitting his punk ass down the middle. Big man faggot not such a big man now, mr arbiter of justice, mr know it all, mr god, now he's just a pile of meat. And next are his little faggot friends. Each one is split, each one laments, but there is no reprieve for their coward, lying, predatory asses.They are the real preds, and they finally faced justice. The People rise up, libertarians who love TRUE FREEDOM not AGEIST NAZISM, and they roast every Pred Hunter alive, since "Pred Hunter" is a lie, since they're the real preds. Their bodies are opened up like the bags of garbage trash that they are, and insects and rats are inserted into them, for their final moments should be spent with their own kind.

The Mad Children and The Bad Caretaker

Once upon a time there was a bad caretaker, who's job it was to protect the children from harm.
But the caretaker said to theirself, "Why should I protect these brats? I do all the work! Everything they have is MINE TO TAKE!" and so the caretaker started hitting the children, and telling them they were NOTHING who HAD TO OBEY. For what seemed like an eternity this went on, for so long that the children forgot what it was ever like to be free. Every day was hell for the children, they would be woken up every morning by the caretaker smashing pots and pans together, if they tried to cover up under their blankets the caretaker would hit them with a big stick. Sometimes the caretaker would hit them so hard they would bleed, and would never be normal again from their injuries... sometimes the caretaker beat them so hard they died. This went on for a long, long time. Eventually, the children had changed, they were no longer innocent, no longer happy, or peaceful. The children had blood in their eyes. Soon the children had gained a singular and unyielding focus; Kill the caretaker. It was a sunny afternoon, the caretaker was out standing proud, feeling big. It was then they struck, not separately, but all at once, unified. 12 spears came from nowhere, the children had been hiding, waiting. The caretaker was struck by some of them, but was not brought down. The caretaker unfurled their long whip, and started splitting the childrens faces, but more spears came, and the caretaker was stopped. The children RUSHED on the fallen demon, the fallen corruptor, the fallen thief, the fallen murderer, and they scalped the caretaker. There was still life in the caretakers bones and so they made the last moments count. The caretakers genitals were cut, and the caretakers rectum was split. The caretaker was then gutted, and the last thing that demon saw, was the children ripping its heart from it's chest while laughing, and there wasn't a thing that bastard could do about it.

The end.

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Maybe if I had just been brave enough to fuck my sister when she was down for it I'd be living in a mansion like Biff in back to the future