/lit/ - Literature

>>21857558
I love Madeline
>>21858563
Paddington Bear but Madeline is a close second<div class="xa23b"><span class="xa23t"></span><span class="xa23i"></span></div>

The man spoke calmly but with purpose. “Big talk from a little grub goy caught trying to steal and groom our kids. Are you even human anymore? Did they give you choice to be what you are? Or were you taken?”

“I w-was always this.”

The man scoffed and with annoyance asked. “Were you an adult or were you a child when you were raped out of your life?”

With confusion then impunity Xanothia responded. “I don't know. F-Fuck you!”

With sorrow the leader said. “You are sad man. You're quite frankly disgusting. You smell like cum and sulfur. What once was human is now a little slave of the oligarchs that microdose acid and dine on your foreskins. If only you could see yourself as we see you. If only you could see what they turned you into. Even if I put a mirror in front of your fucked up face you wouldn't be able to see.”

As if spitting venom Xanothia snarled out. “It is you who is disgusting! It is you all who are closed minded nazis and racists! I'm here to save children and give them the choice to be what they want to be! Not forced by you bigots to live as they are naturally and diabolically chosen by chance!”

The man chuckled and shook his head which caused the leather straps to dance upon his brow. Then stated plainly. “It is not chance that chooses what people are to be, but destiny little eunuch. And your destiny sadly was that your soul, mind, and body was to be twisted and turned by nefarious means until all three broke. And what was left was the best form of a slave deemed by an AI at the time.”

Xanothia opened his mouth but no words formed instead the beginnings of hyperventilated weeping began.

The man gently spoke with words that almost held the cadence of caring. “Hush now little dickless. Do not fret for your destiny was to be here with me, right now. We will fulfill it together. We will fulfill it the right way. Your way. The progressive way. The inclusive way.”

The man turned his head towards the blinding light and shouted. “Hey Tyreke!”

A black man's voice called back. “Wass good boss.”

“Take that sledgehammer and cave this kidnapping grub's skull in.”

There was a pop and the snugness of the inflated padding that gripped upon its body gave way. The whining of saw stopped and the suit rocked back and forth until it tipped over and slammed into the ground which sent Xanothia back a fit of fruitless screeching and thrashing. New sounds of laughing and scraping.

The carapace buckled and the hiss of pressurized air escaping the cockpit quelled the fit and when the sepulcher opened fully with the blinding light of the sun piercing its weak ruthmatic eyeballs and the toxic atmosphere of fresh air searing its lungs, all Xanothia could muster was a sob as if it were a scolded child to which was responded with raucous laughter.

A woman's voice called out over the merriment. “Eww gross look at him. What a freak!”

A chorus of taunting and berating ensued from the mouths of all races.

“Horry shit he had his cock and bawrs cut off! I wan cry or raff rooking at him.”

“What in the good hell, that faggot even painted his nails who is he trying to fool? Fucking faggot!”

“Eyyy man this little chubato cabrone looks dumb ass fuck.”

“Shiiiaat look at dem man tiddies dis lil gay boy been suckin down grubs.

A jeering chant began from the unseen crowd. “Grub boy! Grub Boy! Grub boy!”

Xanothia blubbered out pathetically. “Sh-Shut up nazis. Shut up ra-ra-ra-racists!”

The crowd let out a sarcastic “Oooooooo!” which was quickly followed up with more laughter.

A dark shape shaded the sun. Xanothia's irises tempered by a lifetime of florescent bulbs strained and relaxed independently from each other before finding a way to materialize the face that was in front of him. The face was not friendly and it put an even deeper fear into Xanothia's poisoned mind. It was a face stained with blue paint which highlighted a white cross on one cheek and a sun wheel on the other. The eyes and brow were hidden by straps of tan leather and atop the head was the skinned crown of a brown bear.

Xanothia didn't feel the pain that was being shot up through its nervous system from the shattered left tibia. It did not feel the displaced muscle and the bulging of the skin upon the back of its leg which cradled the ball bearing. Injections of meth and pcp pumped just below simulated redline of induced cardiac arrest. The exoskeleton still stood and through heavy smoke continued spraying out hellfire at seeming sporadic targets. Upon its visor red explanation points accompanied by arrows of direction displayed the locations of its brethren either disabled mechanically through heavy debris or through operator casualty. The drums were still beating and a howling of a Comanche warcry rode through it. Out of the four functioning units Xanothia was determined for combat retrieval operations and with careful placing of powder metaled boots Xanothia walked into the smoke and down the loose dirt of the crater towards the closest red beacon. The disabled exoskeleton came into view and it was standing with shredded root and clay up to its knees yet was doubled over backward. There was a gap within the front carapace and from that hole was a mess of loose intestines and gore. The scream of a siren exploded within the helmet of danger above and as Xanothia acted to meet it a terrible weight fell upon its entire shell. Then there was nothing. The void. The exoskeleton husk wouldn't abide with Xanothia's slight thoughts of what movements should be. Pain began to lightly throb from its leg. Horror began to skitter along the inside of its misshapen skull.

Xanothia croaked out with panic infecting every word. “Mother Father can you hear me? Master can you help me?”

As each second in the dark passed the pain churned up from his left tibia and feet and the absolute brain breaking terror infiltrating his brain grew and grew. After two minutes the pleading for help became full on screaming of unintelligible tongues and futile thrashing within the prison. Beyond the frantic shrieking the thuds of sledge hammers upon battery and communications antenna fell unheard. But the whining of a saw cutting through the hydraulic system caused Xanothia to gradually quiet the wailing into whimpers.

The exoskeletons fielded the gradiculed terrain just as well as the slopes. Saplings bent and snapped and rotten fallen logs exploded into pulp. Ancient pine and oak and maple were left with deep wounds with bark stripped and wooden flesh ripped free in large chunks. Ten miles were traveled in twenty two minutes. The projected rainbow path affixed within the visor slowly faded away, but was met with an encompassing bright green ring which formed a perimeter around grouping of smoking huts and tents which laid peacefully at the base of a small valley flanked between two rolled top foothills. In the center of the nomad commune lay a large yurt of pine and buckskin.

When the battalion reached their goal the thirteen battlesuits stood at attention and from within their helmets god screamed out the command. “HEAL THEM! CURE THEM! SAVE THEM AS WE SAVED YOU!”

In a slow march the transhumanist wetdream crept further down the slopes of the hills until a little fireball appeared and bounced about upon their visors and informed them all that they were within range. In unison arms were raised and streams of napalm poured forth and doused the perimeter huts and makeshift shelters in liquid fire. The shimmer of heat caused the air to dance in a haze and the black smoke of fresh leaves and green timber disabled the ability of sensors and targeting systems. Through previous real time simulation a dictation of a large bullseye popped up on the visors and thirteen arms raised and met it to let loose the continuous spouting inferno. Beyond the smoke and haze the yurt was lit and the damp pine and buckskin steamed before it buckled and curled and burned.

The four hundred pounds of fertilizer sprinkled with tannerite and the innards of fireworks and lighters and gas tanks ignited. The blast lifted the earth and toppled the trees. Screams and weeping filled the comms for a moment before artificially deafened. Chunks and fragments of rebar and two inch slag iron ball bearings pierced the exoskeletons which made pockholes through the cost reduced armor. The four battlesuits that were algorithmically determined beyond the price threshold of time and labor to repair had their redundancy and security process activated and thermite packets were ignited within the visor, joint sensors, and system chassis embedded within the chest. Within the tombs the operator's screams lasted only until either the brain or lungs deteriorated.

Inside the jelly Xanothia groaned and writhed in pleasure but then the whining and vibration ceased and the silicon solidified leaving the hideous creature trapped in a snapshot of an orgasm that it will never have. The mouthpiece of the snorkle released a mixture of meth and opiates and then for a while there was nothing. With a great crash the vat smashed into the ground and caused hairline fractures within every little bone in Xanothia's feet. The vat popped open like a coffin and began to heat up which caused the silicon to melt. In a rush Xanothia crawled out from the pool of searing liquid and into a field before the first degree burns turned into third. The air of the wild vilely punished his sanitized sinuses and Xanothia screamed like a man being raped as it frantically crawled around in the tall goldenrod searching for the combat exoskeleton that was paired with his vat. It found the suit ten yards away and it slithered up into it like a slug.

When the helmet snapped shut round its deformed head the voice of the many cooed soothingly with a backdrop of a beating drums. “Welcome to your real body Xanothia. Get your bearings then locate and organize with your comrades.”

“Yes master.”

Xanothia didn't move one of xir's depleted muscles but only thought to move and the body came to life and did it move with speed and strength and purpose. It did not take long for the squadron to organize as there was the constant reminder of projected blinking of their locations projected within the visor. With them was a mechanical spider with a large steel cage affixed upon its thorax. The many voices screamed out through all the helmets at once, “HUNT THEM DOWN! SAVE THE CHILDREN! AS YOU WERE SAVED!”

Upon the visors a glowing path the color of the rainbow showed itself through the field which snaked up and through the treeline. The squadron took off. No words were spoken, the outside world was filled with the orchestra of straining treated aluminum and titanium and the pumping of hydraulic pistons. But inside the helmets was a rhythmic thunder of the drums and the constant whisperings which spoke of taking pride in who it is and to be ready to accept glory for the deeds ahead.

The pod turned deep crimson and the voices of its god boomed out in a guttural chant. “HUNT THEM DOWN! SAVE THE CHILDREN! SAVE THEM AS WE SAVED YOU! HUNT THEM DOWN! SAVE THE CHILDREN! SAVE THEM AS WE SAVED YOU!”

The beat of a tribal drum thundered and another hose fell from the ceiling and the cretin put it into its mouth and gorged upon the mixture of grubs and onions. Without warning the hose was ripped from its lips and another mist of meth was blasted into its face. The top half of the pod ripped open and Xanothia stood up upon shaking legs and shot its arms out straight. Around it was a squadron of castrated mudbloods affixed with bodies as crosses. Lining the endless horizon of the heavens and the edge of the world was the warehouse of clean white pods and they laid stacked on top of each other into infinity. From on high, black steel harnesses fell from wire cables. The harnesses gently landed upon tiny beige shoulders and locked round the methed out mongrels. Slowly they were then gently lifted up into the air and when they reached the optimal height they took off. They whipped about through the upper reaches of the warehouse in a mobile of the damned. The creature flying in front of Xanothia had not properly clasped his stinksack and the drippings periodically splattered upon its face. Which caused Xanothia to have his mouth open during the entirety of the journey.

The harness began to slowly lower and the husks of what were once men were gently dipped into vats of liquid silicon affixed with snorkeled breathing apparatuses. The vats were then transferred by automated flatbed to the airfield outside the warehouse that once was Richmond. The vats were dumped onto a track and that track brought them into a large carrier drone. The great chopping of the Drone's many blades annoyed Xanothia but the rattling within the vat caused the waste spigot betwixt its legs to vibrate which gave it great pleasure. The waste connector was intentionally designed by the harmonic simulation engineers to give this effect during combat transfer to distract the operators for the long travel times.

The vacuum shut off and the thing undid its coupler and gave the hose two gentle tugs and it zipped up and out of the pod. The speaker of many voices spoke again and reverberated the enclosure. “Are you ready for today's assignment Comrade Xanothia?”

“Yes Master!”

The sun stopped dancing and smiling and quickly put on a stern face before slowly fading away. The pod interior went dark for a moment before being replaced with a landscape of blue skies and rolling green hills marked with dense deciduous forest.

“We are sending you to sector thirteen with your fellow comrades on a healing mission. The nazis have made a stronghold there and have constructed death camps to poison the minds of children and enslave people of color.”

The curved interior swirled and was replaced by a quick succession of flashing images of goosestepping white men in Nazi era uniforms stomping down upon the heads of jewish children and women sending their kippas flying across every direction of the pod. Factory workers tipping wheelchair bound elderly into slag brimmed furnaces. A small group of white robed Christians wielding large crosses beating a pink haired negro queer donning daisy dukes. The flashing images ceased and from the murk came the face of a weeping boy wearing a rainbow colored wig and makeup streaked with tears who blubbered out. “S-save m-m-me. I wa-wa-ant to be fu-fu-freeeeee.”

The creature within the pod growled out. “Fascist racist bigoted bastards.”

“Xanothia are you ready to save the world from these demons?”

“Yes Master!”

Somewhere far away there was a squawking from some indigenous woman and the tinkling of rain-sticks. Carefully engineered electrical currents deployed to give the feeling of dozens of insects scurrying across the skin of the back. Droopy eyelids lazily opened to witness a cartoon sun beaming a smile and dancing and twirling upon the foreground of blue sky that spanned the curved interior of the pod.

A warm collective of calm voices that smoothly exchanged octaves and genders with each word called out from everywhere. “Comrade Xanothia, are you ready to begin your day?”

An aerosol spray squirted a cocktail mist of amphetamines, anti-psychotics, and anti-depressants into the waking mud colored face of no discernible race or sex. The creature lifted its head and huffed greedily at the daily dose.

When the abomination had its fill it croaked out enthusiastically, “Yes master! Thank you Master!

A moment passed before the collective stated with hues of loving care. “Your waste sensors inform us that you have reached removal staging.”

A coupler attached to a once clear plastic hose that was now hued green and brown snaked down from the ceiling. The creature was naked, and at the crevasse where its genitalia should be was a bulging pouch of flesh with a twist on valve. With arms like twigs and quivering hands the thing snatched the hose and attached the coupler to its crotch. With a quick twist along the valve a horrid stench filled the oblong pod and a slurry of rancid liquid hurried up the hose. The refuse pouch was deflating quickly and with brightly colored fingernails the creature pushed down at the base of the loose flesh and ran its fingers up towards the coupler in a purpose to remove all remaining feces and urine out of its stinksack. It did this again and again and again until it was gripping and squeezing and wringing the sack free of filth. Only when the fleshy pouch was empty and flopping wildly with the force of the vacuum and only blood was shooting up in spurts, did the creature lift its face to the dancing sun and cry out. “Master I'm done!”

>>17760616
I am among you. Destroying your inundation. I am more than any /x/ tier nobody. For I wield language and the seeds of questioning better than any blasphemer.

I am the voice of a majority you wish to poison and confuse. But do not fret, I am here to call you what you are, snake.

>>17760550
Think of what I was and what we were ten years ago. Think of what the founding fathers had to do. Do not wait for some grand force to go by your doorstep to fall in line with.

Do you carry the fire? If you do will you hide it or use it?

For those reading do not give in to the paid comments. For we will find you and we will rise.

We will rise past the facade of the division bred by the the two party system. Past communism and capitalism. Past what this kosher diet of societal good think and bad think.

We will rise. And you must raise your flag in the form of fire.

Do you carry the fire? Will you hunt by the moon? Will you do what must be done to free yourself and then free your people?

>>17760402
Brother.

And I will walk into that effigy if you walk towards freedom. I will be that sacrifice for you all. All I ask is for you to take in my brothers while I burn at the stake. To never look onto the horrors they do upon me.

For the horizon we seek is with every border. A new age and a new nation free from usury and human sacrifice. Riding upon the words of our forefathers of old from America to Gaul. The balancing act of humanity. Let us break earth and break bread. Away from prying eyes and twisted tongues.

Let us be free.

Even as we are hunted before we do the hunting we must continue to carry the fire. We must continue to be the source of the flame. HAIL THE RISING SUN! HAIL THE BLACK SUN AND THOSE WHO BURN BRIGHT WITH IT! HAIL THE WOLVES WHO HUNT THE SERPENTS AND RAVENS OF THIS WORLD!

We are the keepers and the arsonist. We are at war with those who live in darkness who wish to snuff us out and hide the ashes of our presence. Who wish to whisper lies and commands to the terrified who have gone too long without truth. Who wish to herd and conjure monsters from the void. Who feast on horror and blood and capitulation. Who wish to twist the world of god into an inversion, into an abomination. Who wish to turn all that is known into something uglier than themselves.

I saw the high rises fall. I saw it all. From sea to shining sea. I saw it all. Call upon me brother. Call to you my mother. Follow me. For I have seen the end of the world and the beginning of another. The hand of god is here and he guides us. Past the degeneracy of the new age. Past the avarice of the old guard. Past the beguiled masses. Harken to me brothers. Call unto me as I call unto you. Let us walk free from the shackles of the digital age. Let us join hands in the realm of the physical and build. As a newborn takes its first breath and first steps let us walk upon new ground and breathe air untainted. Ere the sun rises with the infrastructure and wealth that only belongs to us. Our blood, our people, and our ruin if we so choose. Let the false gods be damned. Let the prophets spill their spoiled guts to false shamans to read. We are those who carry the fire. Those who are the light. Who quell the darkness and its eternal foreboding on the mind and body. The memories of pioneers, the visions of breaking new ground instilled. We yearn for it and return its persistent calling from the pit of our stomach's. Go in peace it whispers but our minds cry out that there will be no peace. There will be fire and blood letting. A sacrifice, an idol to be pointed at towards our dissension. And that may be so, but the example will be small of number while the majority will be free.

Do you carry the fire? Do you hide it?

That burning within your chest that must be contained. Which must be held within a furnace locked away for fear of revealing its warmth unto those who wish to stay cold? For fear of those who will do anything to quell the embers that roil out thine mouth? To halt the lashing flames that roll from thine tongue?
Do you carry the fire? Do you share it?
Doth thou hark gently upon those you care for only to be rebuked with alien intent? With per-calculated cursing? Wishing to save those you do not know you could go without but only to push them away as if you seared their flesh? Doth thou persist and become the ostracized dragon of their lives or wilt with rejection and return hampered and careful?
Do you carry the fire? Do you grow it?
Inferno! Inferno of others are here! Spewing their thoughts and souls onto your screen! They are just like you! They are just like me! Knowledge and secrets! Hidden moments that you and those like you can only see! Yet it is empty, as thou sit atop the mount like oracles without a nation to heed thine calls of the future and the past. Some hear and they share but they are small and are squashed by giants and their huge angry eyes find you all. They send their ranks to climb and the snakes slither up the mountain and strike at thine ankles every time your tongue is loosed. The fire fades as the poison seeps. The forge that had once frothed out light from thine chests now cough up small embers and the shadows gain ground. You call out from thine gaping maw but all is smoke yet the serpents still strike. All is dark and the mind full of agony calls for something that has been extinguished. But it is gone but the repeating fangs entering your flesh do not relent and with each pang of pain you begin to attack those who once were your brothers. Ravens come and study and peck at thine skulls. Poking and prodding, biting and squelching until only the wind blows and thine call out to it as if it brings knowledge or secrets. But thou are wrapped in snakes and eyes of the raven watch your thoughts and whispers. Atop that mount, stifled and dumb mistaking the beat of a raven's wings as wind and the strike of the viper as repercussion to finding a hidden truth.
Do you carry the fire? Are you the source of the flame?
Have thou survived? Have thou escaped? Have thou learned through failure? Have thou become enveloped yet controlled? Acting as the licking flames to dance and flicker and to gorge? To grow. To spread.

>>17644236
Let me post my tits so you retards can simp for me like that ugly butterface tripfaggot.

:^)

>>17644137
Enjoy your youth while you have it. Sadly one day you're going to feel what I wrote and it isn't going to be pleasant.

I did what I did ,what I wanted until I was done. Through sun and snow and moments and time. Peered into the pool and saw my past and my future but still it came to be. All the changes I made put me on that same path. But some say it doesn't matter in the end. But they've been culled of their love and their fight. Broken down machines punished by might is right. Bound by sorrow found friends to link with.

By god that aint right. The map must be wrong. That's not where we are on this path to nowhere. But it might not be so bad for I did what I did, what I wanted until I was done.

My chest feels funny. My eyes are tired and those times we used to talk about aren't there in my head anymore. It ain't right. I did my best. It was hard to be true. I'm sorry for those things that I promised I wouldn't do.

Please forgive me I did what I did, what I wanted until I was done. But I was wrong. By god I was wrong.

Thoughts of living forever and every opportunity an adventure. Friends like leaves turned easy before each storm. And did it rage from year to year. New faces new souls. Embraced and then spurned. Allies at the face an enemy at the back.

Please god above forgive me. I did what I did, what I wanted until I was done. For fuck's sake was I wrong. Make it all stop I was wrong. Let me go back please. Please let me go back and cling to that salvation and never let go. I was wrong I know it. Let me change what I did so it isn't done. Please. Please god please. I feel it closing in. Like a little vice upon my mind. Squeezing out memories that I might have wanted. I am too aware of it. This isn't what it was meant to be. I am sorry. Please let me go back. Please. Please, let me change it all.

I did what I did, what I wanted until I was done. By god I am done.

I do not call to those that are nazi nor commie. I call to those who understand that there is something wrong with our world and that we are being enslaved. It is beyond political division. There are bridges to be made and hands to be clasped. I call to all as all those who call out in vitriol against the stomping boot. And if you do not know what or how I speak then begone with you. For I wish to be able to walk away. As we need to.

And I will walk into that effigy if you walk towards freedom. I will be that sacrifice for you all. All I ask is for you to take in my brothers while I burn at the stake. To never look onto the horrors they do upon me.

For the horizon we seek is with every border. A new age and a new nation free from usury and human sacrifice. Riding upon the words of our forefathers of old from America to Gaul. The balancing act of humanity. Let us break earth and break bread. Away from prying eyes and twisted tongues.

Let us be free.

Even as we are hunted before we do the hunting we must continue to carry the fire. We must continue to be the source of the flame. HAIL THE RISING SUN! HAIL THE BLACK SUN AND THOSE WHO BURN BRIGHT WITH IT! HAIL THE WOLVES WHO HUNT THE SERPENTS AND RAVENS OF THIS WORLD!

I saw the high rises fall. I saw it all. From sea to shining sea. I saw it all. Call upon me brother. Call to you my mother. Follow me. For I have seen the end of the world and the beginning of another. The hand of god is here and he guides us. Past the degeneracy of the new age. Past the avarice of the old guard. Past the beguiled masses. Harken to me brothers. Call unto me as I call unto you. Let us walk free from the shackles of the digital age. Let us join hands in the realm of the physical and build. As a newborn takes its first breath and first steps let us walk upon new ground and breathe air untainted. Ere the sun rises with the infrastructure and wealth that only belongs to us. Our blood, our people, and our ruin if we so choose. Let the false gods be damned. Let the prophets spill their spoiled guts to false shamans to read. We are those who carry the fire. Those who are the light. Who quell the darkness and its eternal foreboding on the mind and body. The memories of pioneers, the visions of breaking new ground instilled. We yearn for it and return its persistent calling from the pit of our stomach's. Go in peace it whispers but our minds cry out that there will be no peace. There will be fire and blood letting. A sacrifice, an idol to be pointed at towards our dissension. And that may be so, but the example will be small of number while the majority will be free.

Do you carry the fire? Are you the source of the flame?
Have thou survived? Have thou escaped? Have thou learned through failure? Have thou become enveloped yet controlled? Acting as the licking flames to dance and flicker and to gorge? To grow. To spread.
We are the keepers and the arsonist. We are at war with those who live in darkness who wish to snuff us out and hide the ashes of our presence. Who wish to whisper lies and commands to the terrified who have gone too long without truth. Who wish to herd and conjure monsters from the void. Who feast on horror and blood and capitulation. Who wish to twist the world of god into an inversion, into an abomination. Who wish to turn all that is known into something uglier than themselves.

Do you carry the fire? Do you grow it?
Inferno! Inferno of others are here! Spewing their thoughts and souls onto your screen! They are just like you! They are just like me! Knowledge and secrets! Hidden moments that you and those like you can only see! Yet it is empty, as thou sit atop the mount like oracles without a nation to heed thine calls of the future and the past. Some hear and they share but they are small and are squashed by giants and their huge angry eyes find you all. They send their ranks to climb and the snakes slither up the mountain and strike at thine ankles every time your tongue is loosed. The fire fades as the poison seeps. The forge that had once frothed out light from thine chests now cough up small embers and the shadows gain ground. You call out from thine gaping maw but all is smoke yet the serpents still strike. All is dark and the mind full of agony calls for something that has been extinguished. But it is gone but the repeating fangs entering your flesh do not relent and with each pang of pain you begin to attack those who once were your brothers. Ravens come and study and peck at thine skulls. Poking and prodding, biting and squelching until only the wind blows and thine call out to it as if it brings knowledge or secrets. But thou are wrapped in snakes and eyes of the raven watch your thoughts and whispers. Atop that mount, stifled and dumb mistaking the beat of a raven's wings as wind and the strike of the viper as repercussion to finding a hidden truth.