By Brahma_Bull 29 Comments
One politically ill-equipped head of state and government for another. Clarice Michelle Pierce for Anthony Stark, it seemed. Indignation radiated from his ceaselessly incandescent, rufescent glare as the militant giant who laughs heartily at the cries of his victims enshrouds himself in darkness, the menacing bass of his deep, monstrous vocal chords foreshadowing what was to come in an emergent video to be uploaded on YouTube.
"The serpent, Anthony Stark, once deliberately put in charge of the country is dead. But now, in his place sits a pseudo-intellectual bitch whose anti-mutant sentiments are of the extreme"
"And yet.. we who fight for our freedom are terrorists, we who fight to inherit a world that evolution has already deemed ours, are the extremists. Ha! More nonsense from you degenerate apes"
"No different than your laws and regulations, your fabricated concept of morality. I will break your social dam and let the river flow. My followers will rip out the throats of our enemies and gorge on their steaming blood with hungry, animalistic snarls"
"My murderous laughs will echo in the White House as I pluck out the eyes of your wailing president, her tortured cries lasting long into the night will be the song of revolution"
"There will be nothing left in my wake. No life will remain in the great city of Washington DC as I stride into the dark, drenched in all of your blood and lit by the lurid glow of my smokeless fire"
"Where I walk, death will follow. A force of nature that will never stop until he has wiped the plague of the human being, of the genetic degenerates, the weaklings of mutant kind from the face of the Earth"
"I will wreak chaos and havoc upon the existence of man and the weak mutant as I erect my kingdom of slag and burning skies, and frigid air. All that will be left will be a desecrated, decaying place washed in blood and smeared with excrement. The raised corpses of your loved ones, my victims, roaming free as the undead thralls of the Brahma Bull"
"I will sell your children into the Cult ofصفر/Cult of Strigidae Zero's slavery after we murder you, and burn the bodies of those too weak with the same fire that took their homes. I cannot be stopped. This country is a paraplegic and I am its legs, I will always be part of it even if you cannot feel me"
"In DC, the hands of he who skins werewolves and rapes demons, my hands, will tear open your president's back and pull her lungs out like a viking. So that in the end, the Brahma Bull stands over the grave of another dead president"
--No Trace, No Source--